Strangers In Bali : Who is the stranger?
I was sitting in a beach one day. The thought had been provoking my mind for some time. In Bali, it's not uncommon to see people from different side of the world. Even in some places, you can meet blonde hair blue-eyed people, more than you see us, the natives, the locals. And then one day, I was watching some Indonesian people sitting nearby a rock on the beach. And then there were some foreigners came in and set themselves in right beside the Indonesian group of people. The Indonesian group looked uncomfortable, and then they left. Moved to other part. The foreigners took over the good spot that was left.
That made me think. It's our land, our home, and yet they felt uncomfortable. They became the strangers. Then some other day, I was shooting a pilot project for a new tv show in Padang Padang beach. There was an annual international surfing competition. Beside the food seller, the lifeguards and me, all you can see was blonde hair people. I was one of a few people that you could count with your hands that have brown complexion. I remember thinking to myself joking, that it feels like I need to bring a passport to come here. If these were the settings, I could be the stranger. Funny, isn't it?
Some other time, my friends from US or Australia talked about some places in Bali, which I didn't know about. They had more knowledge about some places, or some cultural things, or some history. And that also made me think, that I were the stranger. For not knowing the things that are around me. The question of who is the stranger turned out to be a question with multiple choices of answers. The word stranger didn't mean people from different country or culture background anymore. It became more complex. It tickled me, it seduced me. I try to capture the answers through this photo series. The interpretation is yours.