Kala Kali Incognito

06 November 2020 - 03 January 2021

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OVERVIEW

KALA KALI INCOGNITO
HOW HERI DONO GAVE BIRTH TO BABIES CORONA

Written by Elizabeth D. Inandiak

When  one first glance at the seven paintings Heri Dono created at the height  of the global coronavirus pandemic, one doesn't immediately perceive  the shapes.  One is gripped by a vibratory field of brown-black, red,  and blue-green. This chromatic trilogy is typical of Yogyakarta batiks  which traditionally use natural dyes: “They are the colours of the  earth. They absorb the restlessness of the mind and soothe the heart”.

Against  this background of deep and lasting chromatic peace, the shapes  suddenly come alive and go to war, like Don Quixote, against an  invisible enemy: COVID-19. We enter right into the resounding title of  the exhibition: KALA KALI INCOGNITO. The blind battle of humans against the Wheel of Time.


To narrate this war, Heri Dono chose the male deity, Kala, which means  time in Sanskrit and Javanese, and his female consort, Kali: “Nowadays  we make schedules with all sorts of timetables, and time must obey us.  The coronavirus has come to remind us that we are not the masters of  time.”


Kali  is waging this unarmed war within our body. She can arise without  warning, incognito, and either kill us or let us live. She is Kala’s  executor, the measure of change, the Wheel of Time, the Kalacakra, which  can be found in ancient times in Java inscribed on Shiva and Buddhist  temples, in ancient texts, and in the wayang kulit shadow puppet  theatre.

All  the characters in KALA KALI INCOGNITO's paintings are actually puppets.  In their blindness, the warriors and pseudo superheroes do not see that  they are jumping about under the merciful gaze of our planet, the  oceans, the forests, the sky, which they are plundering. The Earth is  the implacable witness of KALA KALI INCOGNITO, this ridiculous war  against time orchestrated by big shots who are, in her eyes, pitiful  jokers. The Earth knows that in the end, she will win this war. Without  fighting. Just with her calm and inclusive gaze.


The Babies Corona were born in the very last stage of Heri Dono’s  reflective process. Since their birth, they watch in amazement --  through boxes and hollow TV sets -- how humans gesticulate like  automatons and defile the earth. The Babies Corona don't know whether  it's funny or tragic, whether it's real or virtual. Like Jiminy Cricket  in Pinocchio, they might well be our wisecracking partners, our  Collective Conscience.

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