Aji Susanto Anom
Surakarta, Surakarta City, Central Java, Indonesia
Aji Susanto Anom (b.1989) is a photographer based in Solo, Indonesia. He is now still studying in Indonesian Art Institutes of Yogyakarta (ISI Yogyakarta). His work is basically explores all his personal question about the darkness of his deeper life. He has published three photo-books independently called “Nothing Personal”, “Poison” and “Recollecting Dreams”. In 2015, he was selected as one of the participant of “Angkor Photography Workshop” under the mentor: Antoine D’Agata and Sohrab Hura. His works can be discovered through his featured publication on BURN magazine, Lens Culture, The Invisible Photographer Asia, Top Photography Films, Monovisions, Dodho Magazines, Sidewalkers.Asia and more.
Inside My Head
Aji Susanto Anom
The surreal wilderness of the night has always fascinated me. The riverside I walked through during the day, completely transformed after sundown. Along the way, I encountered characters and situations that would never occur during the waking hours. The curiosity about what might happen in such moments really excited me.
But there was a dark side too: the ghost-like creatures that I imagined wandering around in the deepest shadows. Because of my fear, I could never bring myself to approach these mysterious beings directly. They partook in unknown activities and so they shall remain.
Regardless, photography has given me the energy to enjoy the discomfort and experience of this nocturnal wild side. While confronting the darkness outside, I also redeemed the darkness within.
Recollecting Dreams
Aji Susanto Anom
uestion about home, dream and everything between, photography is my emotional escape, I use it as something to express what I feel in my boring life. 2014, I moved from my hometown and started to live in another city for a study, it affects my life in unknown way that I don’t understand but I can feel it. Photography is my mundane poison that haunted my life, my new space gave me little bit a “surreal” things since it hold the same boring feeling, how could be? Its a new boringness apparently. My boringness lead me to escape and destroy my reality and become my own dream-land. Recollecting Dreams is a poet like stories, feels like dreaming, happen so fragmental and scattered.
