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".