Today I drove mom everywhere, we didn't use GoogleMaps or Maps provided in my phone. Mom wanted to go to Hamzah Batik, so I drove her to Malioboro and along the way I told her some of the stories of Jogja that I know of. She told me not to wait for her and gave me money to buy my art supplies. Mama told me she likes my art; the drawings, the poetries, the sketches I taped on the wall. She told me to keep making the good ones.
I drove to Toko Merah on my own, but I just follow the road. I passed the Pakualaman Village, drove passed the train track in Lempuyangan and circled the Kridosono stadium twice because I missed the turn I should've taken. I drove passed the UGM boulevard, made a turn to Kolombo street and made my way to Affandi street. I put on a budget to buy my art supplies, because I only have the money mother gave to me and I did not bring my cards (not that I have plenty in it). Its difficult and challenging to buy things in Toko Merah, part of me wanted to buy everything I laid my eyes on, the other part wondered which ones were made for me. The thing about art is you get to experiment a lot, but what you like doing, what you enjoy making, what you put your emotions into; are what matter. I bought new set of pens but couldn't find the right pencil so I decided to just buy it online later. I realised that I'm not really the pencil type but if I do have to use pencil in my art, it has to be the right kind. The pencil I have now is I don't know how months old but its old, sadly I couldn't use it for my art because the new surface I'm going to draw on isn't suitable for the 2B Faber Castle that I have. Maybe this process of looking, finding the right kind, is also part of my art-making journey. I'll let you know when I'm finished. Or maybe I never will, because I will keep making, experimenting, telling stories, pour my emotions into crafts that I make, my arts.
I drove back to Malioboro to picked up Mama. Her figure is slowly shrinking, I must sadly say. My mom has been complaining the pain in her legs, in her joints. My mama is getting old and this is saddening. I told her, you need more calcium, don't forget to drink milk. Exercise, too, exercise. I hate Osteoarthritis. I don't like seeing her joints hurt. My mom is patient, she told me she has her own kind of medicine which includes series of body position and homemade herbs formula she likes to make for her. I told her, but you do what your doctor told you right, ma? don't drink things that are not evidence-based medicine, drink what your doctor prescribed you to drink, okay? she told me yes she does drink her doctor's prescription but her own formulation of herbal drinks are just complementary, she doesn't drink it every week. I told her, Ma, don't wear high heels too often. She told me, my darling, I'm short, these heels give me confident, its fine really. I did not continue, instead I drove her to a nearby mosque because its Ashar time already. We spent sometime in the car after prayer while waiting for Maghrib. Mom talked a lot about women's period in the old time, she was comforting me for my dysmenorrhea. We then drove to Ambarukmo Plaza because mother insisted to buy my monthly supplies for me, I told her to just buy me a shampoo and sanitary pads, she agreed. Afterwards, I drove her to the airport and played the big girl part. We hugged a lot, me and my mom. Its nice, wonderful, to have her around. Before we parted, she told me to be less angry with my self. I love her. Always know the right thing to say. I love papa too. They're the only thing I have in this world. I need to stop writing now or I'll start crying. I don't wanna cry.