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​Market stories- Text & Photos


The Banana Thief

PictureThe banana thief
​I titled this image: THE BANANA THIEF. 
​But I am too fast to judge. He is probably the « quality control» manager.
Every day this room is filled with bananas. Every evening, it is empty.
Where do the bananas go? What are they used for?
All these questions drive me bananas.

Weathered hands

PictureHer life through her hands





​​
If eyes are the window of the soul,
The hands are the story of your life
These are the hands of a woman who, each morning, at 4 :00 a.m., arrives at the market, sitting side saddle on her daughter’s motorbike. Her children wish that she would stay home and rest. She answers, « I spent most of my life here, here are my friends».


Speaking Javanese

​If looks could kill….

Picture
Picture

This man was talking to me in Indonesian when suddenly, he changed over to Javanese language. While my understanding of Indonesian is okay,
Javanese is a completely different language that I totally do not understand.
« Maaf Pak», I said to the man in Indonesian language while he was gesticulating and talking to me in Javanese, « you are speaking Javanese. I do not understand».
He replied, while laughing: « Maaf Pak Carl».

​But do not be duped
This woman is gracious and polite.
Like many Javanese, she is shy.
Every day she arrives early at the local market to work. Her job: to carry sacs of produce from arriving trucks to the sellers. Sacs that weigh 50 kilos or more.
Her grandchildren (yes! She is a grandmother) asked her to stay home and relax. She refuses. 
The market is also her second home.

« EXCUSE ME FOR INTRUDING»

The banana fakir

Picture

​I usually interact with the market sellers to make my presence known.
Sometimes I order tea, or buy a bunch of bananas, or I get a haircut.
Next time I will get my hair dyed black as this is a speciality of this barber.!!!!


Picture
​In the market, there is a room for storing bananas.
It is in a very dark corner of the building.
As my eyes adjusted to the light,
I noticed the man sleeping.
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  • Home
  • Location
  • The Gallery
    • The construction
    • The Totem
  • Exhibitions
    • Market of humanity P. 01
    • Market of humanity P. 02
    • Market of humanity P. 03
    • A Few Moments in Time P 01
    • A Few Moments in Time P 02
    • A Few Moments in Time P 03
    • A Few Moments in Time P 04
  • Books
    • Market of Humanity Book
    • Looking in rear view mirror
    • Requiem for the Twins
    • Requiem pour les Jumelles
  • Contact
  • Prints on view & for purchase