With this new batik I was trying to bring to life my childhood memory of a mud walled house that I grew up in in the 1980s. The walls were cracked every where in the house. I enjoyed lying down and looking up on the walls in the sitting room, where my stepmother kept her photographs and mats. She was one o the best mat weavers in the village.
In this batik I wanted to portray my stepmother sitting down, posing for a photograph with the cracked wall in the background.