For the Epilogue, Sasmita has envisioned a sensorial golden mandala for visitors to gather around, pause and take a moment for quiet reflection. She pens a translation of a fourteenth century Javanese poem, Kidung Wargasari, in turmeric powder, whose fragrance innocuously envelopes the space and reinvigorates our senses. The poem speaks of the year’s most fertile season, a time eagerly anticipated and celebrated through poetry recitation and rituals in Bali. Above it, a Kamasan canvas laced with fire edges, depicting the seven chakras, hangs like a stairway to heaven. Adam and Eve, the epitome of cardinal desire and temptation, form the base of the canvas and lead upwards to eventual enlightened consciousness at the crown chakra where everything—body and soul—comes full circle.

Thou Mother of Earth, Mother of Universe

The intangible, unthinkable

As the almighty creator of all that is seen and the unseen above the world

Only for Your blessing and grace

Then words become a fountain and wisdom becomes the current

The essence of the beginning is a necessity

As the days bend to the times

In a scene that is expertly played by its inhabitants;

Between giving and stealing lives,

There aren’t many choices