I was waiting for my sister at a mega-mall in Jakarta,
Indonesia last year. It was supposed to be a quick, souvenir shopping
stop that turned out to be 3 hours long. Nevertheless, it was fascinating
watching well-dressed, young, and hip Jakartans strolling along this 10 level
mall. Interestingly, they weren’t
really purchasing anything from the shops. Even though I enjoyed the
youth and the vibrant people in the big city, I was more fascinated by the
aged, the ones who probably saw the city grow under a dictatorship and develop into
this democratic (so it seemed) megalopolis. This painting is of an old Jakartan. "Woman from Jakarta", watercolor 9"x12".
