I’m an interdisciplinary artist who makes dance, performance art, installations, and video. My work takes interest in geopolitics, social justice, queer glam, embodied risk-taking, and healing. I often draw directly from my mixed-race Southeast Asian, queer, and transgender experience. For more information, see my artist statement and check out my artist CV.

Press & Publications

Interviewed in Queering Contemporary Asian American Art by Laura Kina and Jan Christian Bernabe
Contributor to MXRS Commons: Constructing Identity Through Embodied Re-membrance and De-colonization
Where is Here? Gray Spaces at The Wild Project” by Sondra Fink, psycho-girl.com
Before Colonization: Zavé’s Brother Lovers” by Aurin Squire, helixqpn.org
Introducing the Multi-Media Artist Zavé Martohardjono” by Annie Malamet, posturemag.com
De Qouleur et de cheveaux” by Cleodalie, invisibles.com
When Your Politics is Greek Tragedy: Genderqueer Antigone” by Jillian T. Weiss, Bilerico Project at lgbtqnation.com

upcoming events

Zave Martohardjono in The Shandaken Porject at Storm King studio


Saturday, May 13, 4:00 – 6:00 PM | EFA Project Space | 323 West 39th Street, 2nd floor, NY, NY
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Join me for a performance of my solo RUBBERTIME at the closing reception of EFA Project Space’s current exhibition, Sick Time, Sleepy Time, Crip Time: Against Capitalism’s Temporal Bullying.

RUBBERTIME is a multimedia solo dance that attempts slowness, remembers the natural, and considers urgent socio-political questions. RUBBERTIME is based on a phrase Indonesians use to describe their sense of time: malleable, stretchable, adaptable. I investigate what ‘rubber time’ means to me personally – an Indonesian who never grew up there. Against a backdrop of images of the natural world, movement and spoken text lays bare the dissonance of being a New Yorker in a rural landscapes. How to sit still in the seemingly “peaceful,” heavy with mourning in the days following Alton Sterling and Philando Castile’s murders? What turbulence emerges when the eyes and spirit calibrate to be able to see the chaos, violence, and wild of nature? Where in my body remains the pre-colonized, and unassimilable?