The idea of the needle came up after the bombing of Hotel Marriot (2003). People didn’t feel secure living in Jakarta. I tried to look at myself and asked: “am I feeling insecure with all those terrorists’ bombs”? The answer was “it’s been a long time since I began to feel insecure, not because of terrorists’ bombs but because of the discrimination I have to go through”. Discriminative actions are not always spectacular, they often take forms as seemingly trivial, daily issues, but they are disquieting, whether in small or large scales. It is as if discrimination had become part of the daily life, and even part of our dreams. Such phenomena have invoked my idea of the needle. A single needle is small but imagine one thousand of them piercing you and going with your blood, flowing inside you. In a work of mine that features the needle, shown in my exhibition at CP Biennale (2003), I wrote: “One morning as I woke up I found a needle on my wrist. It seemed to be the remained of my dreams in the night. In my dream human beings with the faces of angels came to me, and in the name of their Creator they gave sermons, performed prayers, deliver speeches, then their mouths were sending out thousands of needles traveling through the air the needles then pierced my pores, my veins, my brain, my nerves, terrorizing my daily life. Needles are terrors hidden in prayers, in sermons, in speeches, in laws.” (Quoted in Hendro Wiyanto, From Opposition to Pain, f. x. harsono: titik nyeri | point of pain, solo exhibition catalogue, Langgeng Icon Gallery, Indonesia, 2007, p. 51)