LOVE BLOWS FROM REUNION
Episode 51: WHAT ARTISTS SHOULD BE NYENTRIC?

    It's been three weeks since Yuna returned to Japan. There was no news sent by Yuna yet. Yudi did not dare to contact. In communication terms, it is unethical. It was as if chasing after help in a hurry. At the very least, it gives the funder a chance to study and consider his proposal first. Yuna herself once told Yudi, at least about a month to get a recommendation. Next wait for the survey of the visitation team, for the feasibility of the project. Only after everything was finished, began to disburse funds. So it took at least two months to realize the construction of Taman Awang-awang.

    Every time you meet with Mr. Lurah, of course the first question by Mr. Lurah is when the project will begin to be built. Yudi was always the same in giving an answer, namely, "Just pray, Sir, Let it be realized immediately." Not only Lurah. Several times in the office, when meeting personally with the Head of the Office where Yudi works, Pak Kadis always alluded to the construction of Taman Awang-awang. Of course, if the project is so, Mr. Kadis will also feel the benefits. And what is more awaited is, his name became famous and was said to be successful as the head of service, because it could produce a magnificent and phenomenal project..

    That day, Saturday afternoon. There are two middle-aged women riding an open-air ancient Willys jeep without a roof, looking for Yudi's house. The woman is very eccentric. Her clothes are not bad. Starting from the laken hat worn, sunglasses, earrings accessories are large in the ear, his nose is also given earrings, necklaces of countless beads, clothes kowor-kowor greatness, and, jean pants are torn, but on the shoe is very cool. Even though she was a woman, these two people were wearing army-style shoes. Anyway the two women are very stylish. Like an artist who likes to show off. His shoulder-length hair was unraveled, left to be blown away by the wind.

    When asking for Yudi's house in the tourist parking lot, do not want to go down. Even just screaming from the top of his jeep.

    "Heh, Mas ..., you know a guy named Yudi, right? Where's his house?" ask the tall woman. While the skinny woman, cute. His feet were raised above the seat.

    Gritted with such questions, the tour drivers no one dared to argue.

    "There, Auntie .... Just keep going right. The house has a gapura berrentarnya." replied the tour driver.

    "Tante ..., aunt ...! Since when did you get your om!" the woman was judes.

    "Yes, sorry ..." said the driver who answered.

    Then the two tomboyish women drove their jeep brondol towards Yudi's house.

    "Well, Mas Yudi is going to have a banquet of crazy people .... Hehehe ..." said the irritated tour driver who had been yelled at.

    Not long after, the two tomboyish women had already arrived at Yudi's house. As the tour driver was asked in the field, they stopped in front of a gate that was like a Majapahit archway.

    "Jude ...! Judy ...!" the two women who had just come down shouted to Yudi.

    Not long after, Yudi opened the gate. Yudi was surprised, shocked to see the two women in front of him, with clothes that were not ripe.

    "Hehehe .... Why, Yud? Surprised to see us?" asked the woman who observed Yudi's astonishment.

    "Geez, Ana ..., Yes .... Where are you guys modeling artists from?" ask Yudi who knows the presis of the guest who just came.

    Yes, Yudi certainly did not pangling with the two women. His friend went to college at the Academy of Fine Arts. And they often meet, because the two women often hang out in the Cultural Park. Whereas Yudi, if there is a need to offer his paintings, also stopped by at the Cultural Park. In fact, the Yogya painters, not only Yudi and his friends, artists from various elements, often gather in the Cultural Park and Kridosono.

    "Haha .... Shocked that we came here?" said the tall woman.

    "Come ..., come on, come in .... Sit here." said Yudi who invited his friend to sit on the pendopo.

    "Well, your patron is very comfortable, Jud. Pantesan your painting is great. Very inspiring to your house" said the outspoken Ana.

    "What news reached my house? Must be fun .... Haha ..." said Yudi.

    "Of course good news. Where have your friends ever brought bad news?" answered the thin woman, whose name was Imah.

    "What news?" tanya Yudi sat down to greet the two women.

    "Drink first, Jud .... Where's drinking? I'm thirsty, nih .." said the big tall woman, Ana.

    "Propag .... It's been prepared." said Yudi.

    And it turns out to be true. Two teenage girls came out with young coconut drinks. Then serve the drink to a strange female guest.

    "Well, here's a drink. Go ahead." said Yudi.

    "I'm not alcoholic. Take care of your health, old. Here are also many children, it is not good to see children." said Yudi.

    "Yudi .., we were with friends of street painters, yesterday had a meeting. In essence, want to ask Yudi to help accommodate the work of children. You know, Yud, the street kids rely only on the paintings that are sold. If they do not get food, they do not eat. Pity them." said the artist, whose name was Ana.

    "Bec .... I thought you guys were gonna give me a project. It turns out the same as me." said Yudi who had understood the purpose of their arrival both.

    "Yes, I heard that Yudi has developed Nirwana Village. Yudi can give progress here, can develop the economy of the community here. I'm asking for your input, Yud." they continued.

    "Ah, you guys are praising me too much. It is not me who advances society here, but those who want to move forward." said Yudi.

    "At least there was your interference." refuted the two female artists.

    "Lantas, how do you want? If money doesn't ask me. I can't stand financial problems. The people here never ask for money to me" said Yudi who began to install horses.

    "Not money, Yudi .... We just want to ask for cooperation with the tour manager in your village to provide a container for the painters who do not have a place" continued his friend.

    "Ana, Home .... I can give you a container, but did any buyers come here? The art market is in the city of Jogja, at least in Malioboro or in Tugu. If in Bantul, in addition to ISI there will be no buyers, they are getting worse, even more pity. You should be able to accommodate art children in the Cultural Park. But all this time I felt, the Yogyakarta Cultural Park had not been integrated with tourists .... Monggo, friends break the existence of Cultural Park as a tourist center. Don't just hang out." Yudi explained the existence of a Cultural Park that has not become an icon for tourists.

    "Thou shalt also your words, Jud .... All this time I felt that way too. Those who bought the paintings were tourists. Why didn't that happen before, huh?" Ana begins to feel the truth of Yudi's words.

    "Ana, Home .... Frankly, I have designed a container of children's art in Kampung Nirwana, namely with the construction of an art market. But that will not only affect the painting. As if you see in Sukowati Bali, that's what I plan to build here" said Yudi began to reveal the secrets of his project.

    "Bahh .... Cool, Yudi .... I support your plan. At least later my works can be marketed in your art market" said Imah the skinny.

    "Yes, that's later .... At least later there will be management who manage" said Yudi.

    "Huh ...?! Management?! What's the management, Yud?" ask friend.

    "Well, that's a problem for artists. Let alone managing household finances, managing his own life can not be. Now we have to start developing artist management. So that art should be managed professionally. Do not just say himself an artist, but when you want to eat begging. That's incorrect. We need to change the way we live like that. At least, if we call ourselves artists, we should be able to keep the image, that the essence of art is beauty. Not amburadul. Including in arranging his life." said Yudi who did not agree that the artist was identical with a slum.

    "yes, Jud .... I also often feel sorry for children who sell art just to eat. But they already chose that path, Yud .." said Ana.

    "As long as they are alive, as long as they are still breathing, it is not too late. They are either willing or lazy. That's all the key. In developed countries I have visited, for example France, whose name the artist produces work. Brand work is what determines the quality of life. Their quality of life determines their income. Now that you two have PR, is the art just looking eccentric? Or does art produce work? There is an ancient saying that reads "Cogito er Gosum" if we use our brains to think, it means we are classified as humans, which can be said to exist ourselves. So .... Invite our friends all, in art to use the brain. Because the name of art is one element of culture. Culture comes from the words mind and power. The mind is manifested in a work" Yudi explained to his two female friends.

    "Wah .., wah .., wah .... I go to college again, Yud." said the two of them.

    "Not .... We are obliged to remind each other." said Yudi.

    "If we look like this, it's not worth calling us artists?" ask Imah while showing the clothes they both wear.

    "You mean you're eccentric?! The artist is not seen from the essence of appearance, but where his work." replied Yudi.

    "Ih, lady .... Haha .... Yes, Yud, we must be more creative." said Imah.

    "But you yourself have never worn such fanciful clothes or accessories, Yud?" ask Ana.

    "Well, I'm not an artist. So yes, no need to be eccentric like you guys. Hahaha ..." said Yudi who then laughed.

    The discussion about art continues. Till night. Even Yudi's two eccentric friends didn't come home. Sleeping in Yudi's house.

    Yudi was happy that his friends were talking. At least their insights are growing. The hope is that the children of street artists in Jogja can get a container to find their fortune.