Showing posts with label Villa Vagra. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Villa Vagra. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 22, 2026

Visiting Joel & Nana




Joel Singer is a our long-time friend, who was married to James Broughton, the poet & filmmaker about whom my husband, Stephen Silha, made the film BIG JOY over a decade ago. 

Joel has been living in Bali for many years & we've visited him & his late husband Nirgrantha, before he died five years ago. We went down to Northern California several years ago to celebrate Joel's wedding to his new love, Nana, who is Indonesian. Now both couples (we and they) have developed a further mutual friendship. We traveled together around Sri Lanka in late 2024, with our friend Orlando.

Nana is an aesthetician & herbalist who peruses the early markets to collect the best of exotic fruits to offer for our breakfasts when we visit. He is a charming & sensible healer... always making some tasty tonic, with spices fruits & herbs... like his amazing jamu. 

But the black garlic, aged for two weeks in a simple appliance (which is now my next desire), astounded because it was so rich that he served it like a side "candy" (see right, below durian and above pineapple) to the fruit plates, which were arranged like brilliantly colorful paintings, with sculptural fruits in their shells... I can only appreciate his skills, with a healthy appetite for more!  

Joel now has acquired a significant portion of ownership of this wonderful property. It is called Villa Vajra (vajasra) -- that being the name chosen for the first & largest of several villas now built on the land. All in cooperation with the owner, as foreign owners are not allowed; just investors. They have a long-term lease. This, it seems, is the way the Island encourages the rampant growth which is the base of its current economy. 

These villas are built on the edges of still-planted rice fields, with farmers herding ducks to clear the fallow patties of pests & grubs, to begin tilling the patties... before the priests of the nearby temple, the controllers of the irrigation system, allow them to flood again to plant with the rice seedlings, sprouted in a small nursery bed nearby.  There is only a single bit of noise from a motorized machine to prep the mucky soil before the farmers settle them quietly by hand into remarkably regular rows to grow until the harvest.

That quiet lifestyle has been the way this gentle culture has become fabled for its art, dance & music... all as good & well-grounded living. 

I feasted on this scene of humans wielding hand tools as a vignette one day...  a slice of traditional life adjacent with the new.   

 The view from the new opening dining room doors of one Villa looks across the reflection off the flooded paddy of the landscape around the larger part of Villa Vagra ...

 

When we returned a month later, that water had become an established crop. 

A boardwalk which bisects the patio & bridges the space between these two original buildings...

 

 


 
A stone walkway over an irrigation stream & through a small forest of large-sized bamboo brings one up to a handsome gate into another welcoming terrace... where one can walk left to Villa Sati 2.
One wall in this villa is a water feature of quietly dripping moisture over a stone wall. Now the previously total enclosure tall vaulted space oroof has been cut open with wide sliding doors giving a broad view over the water of the rice paddies, ducks & the occasional farmer. 

Just out of sight is a grill kitchen, so that the space functions as a dramatic dining room... freeing the Villa Sati, which Joel & Nirgrantha designed for themselves... another tall traditional roof, quite a bit smaller, more intimate living-dining-kitchen space as an airy cube of glass in a lush tight garden with a small lap pool & a generous hot tub. 

A separate bedroom with a bath, shower & a huge tub... big enough for both us us when Nana treats the two of us to one of his hand picked herbal baths. We so appreciate being spoiled by his artful craft.

A boardwalk, studded with pots, guides one on the traverse across the adventure of flooded rice-fields toward the largest villa, which is busy as a multi-use gathering & entertaining pavilion, with three bed/bath suites & another, used as a versatile library or guest suite.

Inside its front gate are stone pads to walk over a pond teeming with always hungry fish... following you until one gets to the two suites, 

or... take the stairway down to the lower pools or the large room...

 

 Beyond the villa, with its pools of lily pads & papyrus with active fish, then a cascade down to the swimming pool and hot tub alongside the vaulted roof sheltering a large open living area. 

The core of the various reasons Villa Vagra was conceived & built as a versatile space, which has recently been used to be a part of Nirgrantha's bequest to invite selected serious souls to sit in silent meditation for a periods of at least a month. Other times it has been reserved for larger families or groups of friends, as part of the income to support this property. We are honored & pleased to have been included in the sometime guest list.


 
 It is an open, airy space protected only by shades to be rolled down during inclement weather... 

 

 

 

 Across the pool is the lower suite, which we'd never yet been given as our quarters before, but the meditators were leaving as we arrived. 

 It became a fine arrangement, particularly because we met a painting from their large collection which I'd not yet seen & which I love & still lust a bit for...

  

Like most of the bathrooms, this one is mostly open to an outdoor garden...

 

Just beyond the room, down the slope, is a roofed area where folks meditate and where Nana gave each of us massage. 

 Beyond are stairs down to a roofed  bale... then more stairs down passing the small & well outfitted gym before continuing to drop through numerous landscaped terraces down into the steep ravine, ending at a small river... all of this originally landscaped by Nirgrantha, when he was more spry. I was quite inspired by my exploration of this walk on an earlier visit some years ago... when I too was more spry. I'm glad for that memory! 

Returning from the deep slope to walk back along the boardwalk to Joel & Nana's Villa Sati, one can see the front complex of structures which we've watched develop over our years of visits, spanning quite a few life & social evolutions with accompanying changes of design. 
  
 
 Some  like the big dining room doors (just out of view at the far right side of this image)... feel like improvements, but others... like the structure topped by a problematic railing behind & above, which is not very "traditional" & jars my eye... can easily removed as they anticipate remaking much of it into a kitchen & 'lab' for Nana's evolving food explorations. 


 



These final videos might tell a several good, if subtle stories, of the four of us interacting while observing  Nana attack & wrestle with a huge durian... 

 
 
We played with a variety of domestication as part Bali this visit. 
 
 
We certainly felt more "at home" this trip!  

Thursday, January 24, 2013

BALI HOLIDAY - RICE PADDY FIELDS...


[ This is the fourth of several posts about this trip... to start at the beginning click here: ]

The quintessence of Bali's innumerable charms might be the beauty of the landscape, long cultured into the picturesque --  often arabesque --  rice paddy fields.

Although they have been photographed millions of times they begged being captured yet again inside our lenses... they are indeed improbable & fantastic! These terraces of heavenly reflections which feed so many people seem to form the best working symbol helping to explain this gentle culture carved from the residual bones of volcanic violence...

Our photos are intimate to our own eyes... beginning with this shot I made, on one of our walks along the road, showing my fascination with the light playing inside the rich tropical vegetation of the reflections of the sky... omnipresent connections between the upper & lower worlds. Water is the medium of this conversation. We humans live in a mystical layer of mythical mud celebrating these photographically visible entities.
 
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We humans live in dialogue by eating plants who thrive [or not]...
...sharing with the animals who live with us... 
inside this very thin Æconomie of ecology.

  
How do we find ourselves indulging in the "progression"... more like "procession" perhaps... holding a genuine appreciation inside our continuing  explorations.

Travel must confront itself.



We were blessed being welcomed by our friends Joel & Nirgrantha... then introduced into their community of American Ex-Pats... including a number of men we already know from the States who now live in Bali. Small world!

Joel was partnered with James Broughton [about whom Stephen has made his film: BIG JOY] for 24 years, until James' death. He met Nirgrantha, a retired psychiatrist, when they were both living in New York City.

We sojourned inside compounds built on the memories of what had earlier been Subak paddy fields, surrounded by their now possibly endangered sibling pad`dys. The Æconomie of the neighboring farmers is now based less on the historic community, or the water temple's decisions, than on the possibility of selling to who would own for ourselves rather than join that older culture we aspire to honor... even as we are obviously destroying it with our appreciation.

However well artists know that in order to create one must destroy... be it pristine paper or virgin stone... must still then accept the responsibility for the burden of that act in re-creation. This  often brings nostalgia for some improbable return to some imagined original state.

Æconomie plays similarly here in our own country... just as where huge corporate farms buy-out the small family farms in Kansas, leaving nothing supporting any possible fantasy containing Little House On The Prairie...

I can only imagine the correlate in Bali... I know that money makes the world go 'round... implying returning cycles.... perhaps measured in centuries. Travelers enjoy the deconstructed layers of many beautifully resurrected European cities... of sites further east more ancient yet. Nostalgia, part of travel's romance, is of course, both blessing & bane...

Along the route of our flights we briefly stopped in Asian cities like Singapore & Bangkok which are as immense as any, presenting faces enviably more modern than most in the US. Be it nostalgic procession or dynamic progress, one can only travel inside that larger flow...

The world is still big.
We are here...
Seedlings.


A nursery of rice seedlings
planted densely inside a temporary paddy field,
 dammed with black plastic sheeting
held in place with bamboo stakes...
ready to be planted
by patient hand
into the nearby paddy field
newly groomed
sanctioned to be saturated


The terraces are literally a topographical map of any local terrain...
designed to hold the water in place
on any particular farmer's land
for the allowed period of time
required for planting in
some really proper muck.




 


All through the paddy landscape are to be seen shelters & shrines of various kind...
farmers inviting Spirit, needing to become integral with their land.


On one afternoon stroll along the road we interacted with several boys on bikes who, after making casually playful & humorous connection with us, veered off onto a local path, out of sight...


Reappearing later... dancing their distant greeting!


Sunset came on rapidly, in tropic manner...


Just before I caught this woman winnowing the day's rice


To which I add the observance from our courtyard of a man collecting fuel... or fiber...


 One last view of paddy farms seen lower, carved in the riparian flats down close to the river,
seen from the construction site of the home of a new acquaintance.



A pavilion perches there... recently re-positioned, overlooking that vista...


With prayers of rice at its footing...


Blessed with rice!


Atmospheric bell sound floating atop 
 those foundational rice offerings... 


This is my muse seeing Bali... 
improbably lively expressions of creativity
 in every moment...
certainly completely romantic
yet also palpable.