Digi The Killer's
Faith Is Dead

societal social PROBLEMS are manifested in urban chaos and technological terror. Our image and clutter is composed of computer elements, in the form of a motherboard or printed circuit board.

Various buildings in an urban environment setting are installed cleverly, carefully, and in detail, into a complicated, but real urban building. Through its solo exhibition at the Semarang Gallery, which opened last week, Catur wants to convey a message to the public about the surrounding social problems, which are present as part of the technological invasion. He also tried to show his existence as a painter through painting a new style with motherboard elements as the main setting.

In a single exhibition until December 2, 2006, Chess displayed 12 motherboard paintings made in the last year, Catur said, the motherboard painting was chosen because it resembles a complicated and detailed work like a motherboard. All of it is characterized by the benthic of small objects that are taken into account the function and aspect of its beauty. It brings together that intricate and beautiful element with the surreal idea of social criticism.

Long before that, the painter had been raving about the dangers of technolpogy. In his vision, he saw how the houses were like motherboards, and the contents of the house hhanayalh a set of iron running. On the head of a person who sleeps on a mattress, a large mother biard house, there are only cable fibers that run parallel to and fro. Their throbbing heart was just a cursor beat. Their breath is the same as the cooling rotation of the fan and their blood flow is just the flow of electricity to all the components.

The relationship between humans and other humans has been reduced in such a way as to the relationship through the medium of electromagnetic waves, and translated by mobile phones. They smile, talk, touch, even have sexual intercourse adapted to the digital system.

Seeing that, the painter then shouted in his room, in the middle of the night silent, and made the neighbors jerk, The painter like woke up from his sleep, and again shouted.

The painter has seen, in his vision, how the victims fall due to the presence of digital technology. Humans have died due to electrocuted digital technology emitted by mobile phones. Hospitals could no longer accommodate the victims of digital technology and were forced to die in the hospital courtyard. From towns to villages people use cellphones, and every day thousands of people are scattered about it.

Witnessing it all, he had manifested in the painting, and what happened then, people no longer puckered. They watched in a tiny gallery, a quiet little town, published, and read at a glance by a group of learned men. But after that, after all the events that eat the tenaha and the mind, they are all forgotten. There was no more noise left in the soundproofed hallways.

Police officers, Satpol PP and Mayor just silently watched the incident. They are between a desire to move or a fear of becoming something that will not be understood in the future. They are afraid that they will be laughed at by civilization. He didn't know what to do or just kept quiet.

The painter suddenly felt walking in silence.

Though the world has been threatened by a major disaster called technology.

Death is already on the verge of the eyes, but they do not care, Technoogi will not only turn into a tsunami in Aceh, but will destroy all civilizations that have ever awakened!” His shout was over the hills, and the people saw him as a prophet of misfortune who no longer had adherents.

The painter wanted to tell me once about the sewmua that happened before it was too late.

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Faith is Dead

RSATE

(Hospital Due to Techology)

DotcomMedicine

Kebonjeruk, Jakarta

AN ambulance entered the gate with sirens roaring. The building is iron fenced automatically when there are cars coming in or out. In the middle of the iron padar that is twice the height of the manusa is plastered description of the building, RSAT (Technology-Caused Hospital) Dotcom Medicine, Kebonjeruk, West Jakarta, telephone 021123456789

After turning through the corridor that became the terrace of the building, the ambulance then stopped right in front of the entrance. Engine shut off, back door half open. The driver opened the car door. The nurse standing guard near the door immediately greeted and immediately carried the patient and placed him on a walking cot.

The old man sitting at the driver's side had already come out in a hurry once the moil stopped. With a dead red face and tears in his eyes, his legs swung following the sprawled young man who had just been kicked out of the ambuans car, the, When he was about to follow his son who had reached the hallways in the room, the man was then intercepted by the registration officer. With narrowed eyes, he seemed to ask:

“Have a patient card?”

The man shook his head, “I should quickly follow my son.”

“But you also have to quickly fill this blank,” a woman with a quick chin that directly thrusts a sheet of white form striped.

“Wait a minute,” The nurse then takes and inserts the writing into the computer. After waiting for a while then the nurse let out another sound, “What's the complaint?”

“Headache?”

“Concussion, schizophrenia, hallucinations, hypochondria, amnesis, daze, dementia, senility.”.

“If I know, I am not here ..”

“I'm just asking!”

“And that's my answer.”

"You're a family of patients who tackled!”

“Then, can I go inside?”

“Father's son is in General care. Is being treated by a doctor. If the doctor is disturbed by your presence, your child may die, You are here first for the completeness of the form.”

The man wiped his sweat. Her chest feels very tight.

“What symptoms?”

“She just said headache.”

“What electronic equipment is often used other than mobile?”

Back the old man thought for a moment, wiping the sweat on his forehead.

“Computer, remote control, television, radio, walky talky, walkman?”

“I don't know. Maybe all of it was used?”

Then the sister without hesitation wrote in a green sheet. This sheet was then presented to the man before telling him to wait for a moment.

Back cold sweat. The old man's face occasionally looked at the hallway where his son was taken, occasionally looking at the nuns who had eaten nuts while looking at the television. A moment later, I broke it. And the beans were then unceasingly stuffed into his mouth which was involved very wide.

Occasionally the other old man looked out of the room through the window. Some people were pacing around in front of him, like they were busy taking care of something. A few jokes later, the figures of mother and daughter emerged from the main door. As soon as he saw the old man, the mother immediately approached and asked: “What about our son, Sir?”

The old man's face turned a little bright. “Sedang checked inside. I'm waiting for a call.”

His wife's face was no less upset.

Shortly after, they were called. “Group at Mobile Phone Victim Rehabilitation Center.”

And the sister repeated the sentence again. “Include the aisle then to the right, then one block interval, on the left.”

The old man had already learned the lesson of not asking the suste again. They just moved on without having to ask again.

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