"The mono-tint dome drives people embarks their paces into newfound lands. They kept their memories in brown vintage luggage or old faded backpacks. They put the baggage onto aluminum trolleys, and stroll with it across the dome.
Some
people strut, some people conceal, and some of them dashing
panicky.There are plentiful emotions overwhelms on their faces in the
dome, melancholy, joy, or obscured perplexion. All of the essences are
united for one destination pasted on the wings of airship.
This
place is where the busy noises flinging in the air. The voices of
hasten conversation on the counter, then followed by the monotonous
noise trolley gliding, and the alarmed call from the reception about
today's flight. Those are usual sounds spreading on the surrounding.
But, there is something different with this airport...
These
shade black shadows are looking on something beyond their eye sights.
Rather than looking at a physical object, their eyes looks further than
the line of the horizon. Maybe they are looking at each other, or maybe
they are looking at hollowness. There are wrinkles anywhere on their
faces, like those sad wrinkles on the corner of the left eye. But their
backs are presenting the atmosphere of solitude. Perchance, grown ups
like to live in their own sometimes.
Some
people enjoy their solitude, but some people enjoy companion. They
travel here with their friends and families. They stroll together with a
joy in their faces. These groups of people spend their time with
conversing. They speak from a to z, they sure talk about many things
even the smallest things in life.
The relationship between people to other people is apparent. But how
with the shadow? People are walking with their shadows, not knowing
about the tale of the black shade under our feet. Are they happy enough
to follow us coming through the path we choose? They have been coming as
far as our paces, but they stand silence. In my imagination, they are
lingering between us, whispering to us could be a bad things or good
things in life. This aerodome let my mind wanders around between the
border of human and the reflection.
In this place, Sepinggan International Airport you will feel something different. This gracious silky white building is adapting acoustic architecture. You can learn more about acoustic architecture here.
Inside of the grand building you will some huge terrarium, the song of
the little forest. Obviously, this place will make you dwells into
peacefulness, beside of the rushing time of the airport's activity.
This
silky white building will be missed soon. In fact, I have a love-hate
relationship with an airport. The idea of departing into new places
sicks me, but excites me at the same time.
Sepinggan International Airport
Jalan Marsma. R. Iswahyudi,
Kota Balikpapan, Kalimantan Timur 76115, Indonesia
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photo by Adrea Kristatiani
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