Pit-Pat-This & That

The underpainting (flat) of my mural
©2012 Studio Deeba

Painting in a stairwell can be quite stifling.  Holding a paint brush can be difficult when your fingers are sweating.  Deciding to take a break, I move to the window around the corner to cool down and feel drops of rain hit my cheeks.  Pit-pat-pit, the daily showers begin and I am grateful for the break from the heat.  The relief will be temporary and the heat will return, but for just a moment, I literally feel the sweat  evaporate from my skin; my body's built-in air conditioner.  Ahhhh....

It's raining fast and hard now, the sound is loud and steady.  A mosquito buzzes near the window panes as I close the window.  My cankles are so swollen and scarred from these bothersome little buggers.  I am a feast for them...It doesn't matter how much Vitamin B I take, they still want to suck my blood.  ugh.

I look out over the rooftops toward the buildings on Surdiman and am interrupted by two young men who ask to have their picture taken with me in front of the mural.  It's nice to have such admirers.  For these guys, seeing someone who is from another country is a treat.  It could be possible that their entire lives will be spent on the Islands of Indonesia.  This is new and different....memorable.  An ex-pat, artist, woman on a construction site at an estate!  Wow!  "Of course we'll do a little photo-shoot." I said.   We laugh, because they had no idea what I had just said, but we pose anyway.

Mock-up drawing of a sheep for mural
©2012 StudioDeeba

After snapshots and laughter subside, I turn to pick up my brush and look toward the mural.  I am amazed at how my paintings always come together in the end.  It is said that Art exposes the psyche, not only that of the artist but also the psyche of the viewer who experiences the art.  The comments I hear are quite interesting:  An architect asks if I am going to put a shepherd into the meadow where sheep are grazing - comfort for structure and predictability; A secretary says rather anxiously, "just make it look 3-D" - fearful of the process; Another contractor asks if it's finished yet (as if unable to tell) - project management - just wants it done; and so it goes.

Through the entire experience of creating this scene and managing the questions, I am working with my imagination, managing my ego and working on the technical aspects of the painting.  Each one I create just steps up my game by leaps and bounds.  It's an amazing process of dealing with fear, anxiety, creativity, inspiration and ability.  It's incredible.  Oh, did I mention that this is all done under the sounds of construction, the pressure of perfectionism that floats through the asian air and constraints of time while on scaffolding over a stairwell?   Ha!

Trompe L'oeil Mural by Paul Strong ©2012

As the rain stops and I open the windows I think, ahhhh, it can't get any better than this.  I must say, I was delighted to be able to contribute a piece of artwork to this palatial estate.  a colleague of mine, Paul Strong, is contributing most of the artwork.  And rightfully so as he is a Master.  His work is done in a way where it softly commands the space and beautifies that which is around it.

this is my mural - in process
- one more day and it will be finished
 - the lights are flooding the image
 - construction will figure this out.  :)
©StudioDeeba 2012

My work is a bit more emotional and so it is in the perfect space, over a stairway in the function hall.  The perfect place for an emotional piece of work.

I am so happy right now, I don't even mind the mosquitos dining on my ankles.

Rainy Days, Rainy Nights

©StudioDeeba

Crrack!  Rumble, rumble.  I snuggle under the covers a little more and tuck my pillow a little tighter under my head.  With all my drapes open in my hotel room, I have a 180 degree view of Jakarta.  Indah!  All the pretty lights of down town softened by rain and heightened into an eerie state of electric beauty when the lightening strikes.

It's that time of year when the monsoons grace the shores of Indonesia.  It rains at least once or twice a day, sometimes more, for several months.  It cleans the air and eases the daily onslaught of mosquitos that greet me each morning on the project.  You know the rain is going to start when the sunlight dims, the winds pick up and the air is electrified.  It is the coolest feeling to see the hair on your arms raise when the lightening begins to strike.  :)

©StudioDeeba

I think Indonesia is stifling and hot and the monsoons really cool things down.  Of course, I'm a girl from the Northern Tundra in the United States where temperatures can go as low as -50 degrees fahrenheit.  

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The Archipelago of Indonesia is cut in half by the equator and this tends to attract the monsoons.  Rivers swell, homes are demolished and streets flood.  Every estate or large home has a drainage ditch around its walls and the city of Jakarta just installed better drainage along the avenue of Surdiman; all essential in managing the short but heavy storms.

Snuggling in
©StudioDeeba

I like the weather when it is happening.  Having grown up in Minnesota, I guess you could say I am a bad weather junky.  whenever there is a sever storm (and there's a lot of it), people band together and help each other.  There are services providing staples for "shut-ins" or the elderly, who cannot get to a grocer, guys helping girls get their cars out of snowbanks and kids earning extra money by shoveling snow for their neighbors.  It's great to have the feeling of safety within your home while mother nature rages outside.  Be it a snow storm, sleet, wind or rain, for me, it's a time to curl up with a good book, hot cup of tea or a glass of wine and a movie.

If you are interested in the weather of Indonesia, I recommend you go to this website for more. .Indonesian Weather I'm not sure why they say Indonesia is not hot.  I've been here almost 6 months and I know there have been plenty of days where the temp was above 100 degrees Fahrenheit.

Well, I think it's time to make some tea and watch a movie.  :)  ahhhhhhh....now, if I just had a handsome man (like George Clooney) to snuggle with, life would be perrrrrrfect.  :)

"Surrender!"

my first chalk painting©StudioDeeba 

During the holiday I took a flight from Jakarta to Taipei as the first lag in my journey to see family in Minneapolis.  Finding my seat, I was greeted by a happy, friendly face looking up at me.  Immediately, she understood that I was to sit next to her and got up to make room for me to squeeze by.  Getting comfortable for the long flight, we introduced ourselves and settled in, "Hi!  My name is Deeba."  :)

"Oh, hi, I'm Fanny."  And so began our discussion.  The time flew (ha!).  I learned that Fanny was studying for her doctorate in Family Medicine (forgive me Fanny if I'm not phrasing this correctly) and had just spent several months in a remote community helping the sick heal.  This is part of the requirement for her degree.

What an interesting and accomplished woman.  We compared the practice of medicine in the U.S. to Asia; my information coming from a patient's point of view and hers from both patient and Doctor.  We were discussing the challenges for doctors who wish to practice in countries other than the one where they obtained their degree when over the speaker we heard the pilot announce a delay due to weather in Taipei.

"Earth Goddess" ©StudioDeeba

Ugh.  :)  I was expressing concern because my flight from Taipei to LAX was tightly scheduled.  Come to find out Fanny was taking the same flight.  We started to laugh when I said, "Well, I guess it's out of my control."

"Yeah," said Fanny (who is incredibly funny) "We're in the system now."

"In America, we call it releasing and letting go."

"Ha!  In Asia, we call it Surrendering, not releasing!"  We both started to laugh so hard, it eased the tension of the hustle and bustle we were about to experience in getting to the next gate and ready for a 14 1/2 hour flight.

"Bad Hair Day"©StudioDeeba 2001 

Little did I know how I was going to understand the true meaning behind her words.  The last month has been one of "surrender" for me:  Fighting the day-to-day struggles of being creative-on-demand; competing for bids, and nightly negotiations with servers for true vegetarian dinners.

Even the last 48 hours have been hugely plagued with my consistent and constant surrender:  Paying for a cut and color (hair) that turned into a fried mass of orange, burgundy and black hair, to the loss of a debit-card (my fault).  And!  I have a cranky disposition due to challenge after challenge in coping with these issues.

Now here's the good news, I had help.  From the Concierge at my hotel who helped me with the hair fiasco, to my friend Kathy, the good people at my bank (Chase) and my mother who assisted with my lost debit card; I had help.  And, to my client's assistant and my friend, Fi Fang, I was not a helpless victim: I wasn't alone.  They all helped me to feel more in control when things weren't.  And for this I am so grateful.

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Toward the end of this morning I really did detach and just went through the challenges with as little anxiety as I could...I was upset at the circumstances and myself.   I mean, come on people! I'm menopausal - that means there is no "pause" button between my feelings of frustration/irritation and my actions/words.  Anyone who has gone through this (male or female) can totally relate.  !!!!   Surrendering is the last thing on our minds!  :)  (ha!)

Being in Asia is softening my rough and stubborn edges, making me more patient (detached) during the experiences that shock and surprise me from time-to-time.

I saw Fanny as we quickly moved through Customs at LAX and took note.  There wasn't enough time to say a proper goodbye, but I'm wishing her all the best in her efforts to help the villagers in remote Indonesia be healthy and strong and to live life well... :)

Surrender: (suh-ren-der) 
(v.) To yield to the power or control of another
(v.) To give oneself up
(n.) Surrendering 

I Will Miss My Friends in Jakarta

Enjoying a night out at the mall

As my time in Jakarta draws to an end, I think of all the people I have met who have welcomed me with open arms and smiling hearts.  I can't help but get a little melancholy.  I have spent half a year here and have made friends with quite a few people.  It's easy to do in Jakarta.  The people are kind and friendly.

Friendly colleagues

The professionals I have met on this project have made an impression on me;  their desire for a successful project has reminded me of when I was in corporate and how the pressures and the timelines were constantly in the background of the daily grind.   (I'm not saying I still don't experience that pressure as well, but it's different for me as an artist compared to when I was a stock trader or a Project Manager in Marketing.)  I see the challenges this team faces and it amazes me that they can keep the project moving forward.   They handle the pressures with grace and a desire to do what is right and in the end, they have produced a beautiful estate for their client.  Projects like this are always difficult because they go on for a long time and sometimes you just don't see a light at the end of the tunnel, especially when there are so many changes and so many people/contractors involved.

Always time for a photo!

I walk through the mansion and look into the faces of young people who are putting food on the table for their families while providing beauty for their patron and I think of how I will miss them.  The bright joy and the hard work.

Even my competitors are friendly!  Nomura has been kind with advice and Riko has become a good friend.  Wow!  We all know that this isn't about someone taking work from another; its' about working together to deliver the best product possible.  And if today, our client feels like hiring Riko for this, or Deeba for that, well, we are all cool with it.  We are professionals...good people.

Has there ever been a moment when you take a "mental snap shot?"  A time that you will remember for the rest of your life?  I have had these moments and they usually mark change for me.  Today, I was walking across the Grand Hall and heard all the activity from the creaking of the scaffolding (two stories high) where Paul Strong was painting another one of his masterpieces, to the sound of men in a room down the hall yelling and laughing (I have no idea what they were saying!) while installing wood paneling.  Approaching my apprentice, Iden, painting out another niche that I am to repaint (changes, changes, changes), I thought, Remember this moment, it is a part of you now.  After all, aren't we a compilation of the experiences we've had in our lives?  Now, Jakarta and its people are a part of me.

Fi Fang and Deeba
 at Christmas

Me and the Drivers - Protectors

Maria!  

A thank you dinner for Iden, my apprentice,
and Ghofire, my driver - we went to Potato head!

I will never forget this experience and hope it is a door opening to additional opportunities in this city that I have come to enjoy.  And if not, well....I will just have to start taking my bi-annual vacations in here - in Jakarta (and bali, too!  :)