Thursday, June 19, 2008

Wayan Rana, Dedari And The Story of Raja Pala & Sulasih


During a short trek in the hills of Ubud in Bali, Indonesia, we met an artist by the name of Wayan Rana. Pak Wayan is a traditional painter, born into a family of artists. His grandfather was a dancer and a wood carver and his father is a stone carver.

While it was his egg paintings displayed on top of a bamboo table that initially caught our attention and eventually lured us towards him and inside his small shop, it was an acrylic painting that captivated my imagination. The artwork depicted seven maidens in a forest, two of them taking a bath in a stream.

“This is a nice painting,” I remarked.

“Oh. That is the story of Raja Pala and the seven maidens. Do you know the story?”

“The one where he hides one of the maiden’s wings?” I answered Pak Wayan’s question with a question, making a guess based on the clues I saw in the painting and a story I heard from a writer two years ago. It was my first time to hear the name Raja Pala.

“Yes. Then they bore a child…”

“And later she went back to heaven after she got her wings back?” I cut him off again with another question. I began to realize that the story I heard wasn’t exactly original.

“Ahh… Yes!” Wayan Rana replied with a smile, obviously pleased that I seemed to know the story.

The story, as told by the Balinese, actually goes like this. Raja Pala was a clever hunter who discovered Dedari, the secret place of heavenly maidens. While the maidens were taking a bath, he steals one of their magical gowns, the one belonging to Sulasih. Without her magical gown, Sulasih couldn’t fly back to heaven. Raja Pala convinces Sulasih to bear him a child and take care of it for seven years before he gives back what rightfully belonged to her. Indeed, after bearing a son, Durma, and taking care of him for seven years, Sulasih was able to return to heaven. Raja Pala gave up hunting and became a holy man.

“How much for this painting?” I asked, seriously considering buying it.

Wayan gave me his price, explaining that this was far cheaper than the amount it was sold for in a gallery in Ubud, where many of his works were also displayed. Knowing that we were also interested with the egg paintings, Wayan offered us a good price if we bought one of them together with the Raja Pala. He lowered the price even further when we said we couldn’t take the carved mahogany frame because we had too much luggage already.

The price was really good, taking into consideration that it took him nine days to finish an acrylic painting, one and a half days for a small egg and three days for a big egg painting.

“The traditional paintings take a longer time to finish than the abstract ones.” Wayan pointed out.

“I see. I prefer the traditional ones,” I said.

It was true. I heard someone say he preferred abstract paintings because the real world could already be captured in photographs. I did not share that sentiment. As I gave the Raja Pala a second look, I knew I was saying goodbye to the thought I once had that the first painting I bought would be one that portrayed a lush landscape.

“I also prefer to make traditional paintings than abstract. Do you also paint?”

“No. As an artist, I’m a writer, at best,” I replied, wondering if he saw the connection between a painter and a writer like I did.

How we were going to bring home the painting undamaged without the frame, was the next question. But Wayan had a ready answer, said he’d put the painting between two pieces of plywood before wrapping it.

With his permission, we took pictures of some of his works. Then he offered to be photographed as well and I had the feeling he had done this more than once. We were happy to indulge, because it was a request we were about to make and in fact, we did take pictures of the people we met – waiters, hotel staff, market vendors, the kid who sold us silver, the animal handler at the Bali Elephant Camp, our driver, and many others.

I sat beside him first and had our picture taken. That was for my private album. Then I stood up to take his picture. That was for this post.

“Where are you from?” Pak Wayan asked.

We told him.

“I don't think I have ever seen your currency before,” Wayan stated, matter-of-factly, his curiosity as an artist was obvious.

I rummaged through my wallet and took a note, offering it to him the way we were taught to present our business cards to others. He looked at it with great interest, scrutinizing the details on front and at the back.

“Do you know the equivalent in rupiah?” Wayan asked.

I replied as I put my wallet back into my pocket.

Wayan, with the keen eye of a traditional painter, must have noticed this.

“Oh. Are you giving me this…?”

He extended his right hand with the money towards us, gesturing that he was returning it.

“Yes. Please keep it.”

I smiled and made a halting motion with my hand as I said this.

“Thank you. You are very kind,” Wayan replied, reciprocating the smile as he bowed his head slightly. I could sense his sincerity in every syllable and movement.

As we walked away from Wayan Rana and his shop with our prized artworks in our bags, we noticed the obvious void from where the painting we bought used to hang. We knew it would soon be filled. But we also knew that other than the exchange of money and goods, the tiny joys we had bartered and the new strands of memories we had weaved left something indelible in our hearts and minds.

We wish him more voids on his wall and bulging pockets in the days to come, and a heart bloated with glee all the days of his life.

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2 Comments:

At July 3, 2009 at 10:54 AM , Blogger j.amyemeelea said...

is that the painting right at the end? the one that you bought? of the 7 maidens????

*gasp*

 
At July 3, 2009 at 11:56 AM , Blogger Singapore Fountain Pen said...

Yes, it is. It was the story that captivated me. Probably the same reason why I like landscape paintings — I imagine the stories behind them. ;)

 

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