Surrounded by the demise of tranquility, the effort to pronounce a whispered melody radiates dimly into my void. All that I am able to hear resolves into a high-pitched melody ringing in my mismatched ears. But there is still something out there trying to accompany the never-ending asynchronous rhythm. Unaware of the simplicity of the recursive incident, my perception floats gently into the thin air as a faint shadow reflected on a sidewalk. Out of the blue, some bold shadows start to crumble into pieces of grains proliferating with designated appearances. Despite all the irregularities observed, familiarity is still dissident. One after the other, all of the minuscule pieces commence forming the anatomy of a sudden explosion with vicinal lines branching off in between several distinctive locations. So true that one would suffer so hard to find any resemblance of nuance and the distancing into the scene complements all kinds of ignorance. Nevertheless, it is us who blind our very own eyes to avoid any concession for irritation or shame. The disturbance is unavoidable. The mind plays tricks on us, assuring its endurance for inevitable exhaustion. Where one should hide or is there any place left to seek, perhaps it is best to surrender the scent of the breeze. Let it flow, dissolve into your bones, reflecting from your skin to the naked earth. Then you will be left alone with a reticence that you waited for a long time.
Medium: Software, 12 Screens
Size : 320 x 39 x 20 cm each (w x h x d)
Photo: Chroma, Selçuk Artut
Video Documentation: Habituation Exhibition, Zilberman Gallery Berlin