From the ongoing Limbs Unknown Series
The Wind, 110 x140 cm, Acrylics on Canvas
From the ongoing Limbs Unknown Series
The Wind, 110 x140 cm, Acrylics on Canvas
Filed under illustration, painting, photo, studio
Art50 has created a new space for their website called Artist’s Notebook and I contributed with this short piece of writing:
I shuffled a bit the notebook I filled this winter. A small, bluish, striped notebook… It’s written “dream and explore” on it, with transparent clouds underneath, covered with stars. I have a small storage room at home. Inside, hundreds of such notebooks, written, drawn, filled, semi-filled, one on top of the other; awaiting to be sorted, selected, cleaned out. It deeply annoys me; sometimes I want to destroy the entire house, all my creations at once, and step into an empty home. I don’t do it; I will soon turn that empty house into this one with other texts, drawings and paintings. It will be no different than this one. I wonder if this is another kind of hoarding… I don’t collect paper bags or newspapers but I collect my own works and creations.
Mom and grandma used to cite a lot of expressions. When I was little, I never could understand the metaphoric meaning of these expressions, and thus I made up new meanings for them. I even became angry when talked to as such. As if these expressions solved our problems. The problem persists; but well done, we have found the appropriate expression for it!
My mother often says: “You close the door, the treshold remains inside”. We keep our tail upright outside; no matter if we explode inside! If you ask me, the inner treshold should be strong instead, so that you can close the door properly. If the inner treshold has exploded, I don’t care what the ones outside would think… Anyhow, what I want to tell is something else; I got mad over this expression thing again. As I make it up and reinterpret it, for me, the treshold inside when I close the door is my personal kingdom, the truth that I live inside a castle. My castle is eighty meters-square… Inside it, rooms, rooms, secret rooms, tunnels, libraries, workshops, kitchens, closets, underground cellars; anything you look for, let’s also add the ghosts, the monsters, various doors opening to various dimensions and planets. I live in a fantastic house, I mean. It only has one problem; it doesn’t work when you try to fit all these things into eighty meters-square. On top of that, my workshop is in my house too, as well as my storage. Every year I move into this humble castle of mine, books don’t fit in closets or under beds. Paintings go on top of each other, in the closets, everywhere, on the walls… Notebooks a pile, pile pile… I feel like throwing them all away, but in truth, what I want to do more is to build a museum. I want to live and work in a waste space… This is my wish…
translation:art50
Filed under drawing, exhibition, illustration, installation, painting, photo, studio
it was a long long summer that ended all of a sudden
DIE UNENDLICHE GESCHICHTE
OLDUGU KADAR
NIKOLAI
with Soraya Hamlaoui
TUHAF BU GENTRIFICATIONLAR
KURGUMU KİMSEYE YAPTIRTMAM
THE GIRL FROM MONDAY
LET THERE B LIGHT
Filed under artist's book, drawing, photo, sketchbook