"BODY"
*This is,
Not a visual but a feeling.
Not a thought but an instinct.
This is not a ‘make-up’ as decoration.
It is an attempt to transform the body into a sensory and instinctive surface.
A conscious refusal of surface apperances.
A movement towards a more primal and collective memory.
The aim is not to define a self and submit it for approval, but to awaken primal impulses and ancestral memory. This is a call to your essence.
Not a visual but a feeling.
Not a thought but an instinct.
This is not a ‘make-up’ as decoration.
It is an attempt to transform the body into a sensory and instinctive surface.
A conscious refusal of surface apperances.
A movement towards a more primal and collective memory.
The aim is not to define a self and submit it for approval, but to awaken primal impulses and ancestral memory. This is a call to your essence.
"A QUIET EXPANSION"
The mountain is not merely a surface.
It stands like a volume that conceals its weight; within its hardness, it carries a sense of soft expansion, as if preparing for birth.
It stands like a volume that conceals its weight; within its hardness, it carries a sense of soft expansion, as if preparing for birth.
It settles neither into a landscape nor becomes a body; it exists silently, in between.
"EXTERNAL BIRTH"
If the place a body grows within were outside...
"YEŞİM"
“AFTER SUMMER, EVERYONE RETURNS HOME"
"ZAMBAK"
If something is protected,
must it also be hidden?
must it also be hidden?
"ROOT"
The bond is not ostentatious; it does not try to prove itself. It spreads quietly, deepening in the slow motion of a swing, in the light seeping through a half-drawn curtain, in the ability to remain silent in the same room. Love between two people here is not a touch, but a habit: the knowledge of sharing the same space, of leaning into the same silence. Like roots, it does not grow in plain sight; it moves through the house, through the repetition of ordinary days. Where one begins and the other ends is unclear; sometimes it continues in a glance, sometimes in a reflection left behind in a mirror. This love carries more than it holds; it gains weight without becoming a burden. Time passes, bodies change, roles shift, yet the bond does not move from its place. Because it exists not to be remembered, but simply to be.
"THE NAMELESS"
"MANHOOD"
"MIGRATION"
"A Sculptural Meditation on a Thought"
"PRESENCE"
