CONCAVE PAIN
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THE PAIN OF CONCAVITY
The emotions that the world leaves upon us on our existential journey are quite harsh. Through my self-portraits, I wanted to express the hardening, the emotional freezing, and the spiritual anguish created by feelings such as marginalization, physical isolation, and oppression.
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CONCAVE ACHE
"Today we live in a state of virtual hyper-stimulation and physical isolation. This is what underlies the spiritual suffering we experience. The hyper-stimulation of social sensibility has an effect (on emotional rigidity)"
The emotions that the world leaves us with on our existential path are quite harsh. I wanted to express the rigidity, emotional freezing, and spiritual anguish created by feelings such as othering, physical isolation, and oppression through my self-portraits. In this existential journey consisting of two parts, the first part deals with the ebbs and flows of being trapped — I tried to express boundaries, pressures, and othering through rigid forms like walls.
In fact, in the existential process, I carry a piece of everyone I have come face to face with, everyone who has occupied my mind and soul. I am everyone, and this story can be seen as the concave ache of social rigidity, a kind of inner outpouring.
"Audacity is proof that we are still alive. It is evidence that we seek a path forward even when things go wrong. It is the cause of my wounds, the reason for the walls I have crashed into, sometimes the reason for the frustration that clings to my voice. It is also the answer to my achievements. I embrace the dust, the storm, the brokenness brought by the things I have attempted.
Yes, this is the self-portrait of daring to live and of emotions that have crashed into walls.
''Which one is actually my face?
Which face of mine should I inhabit more? On the other hand, everyone may search for a different face in mine, has searched, will search. The true face is perhaps found while being lost. Boast, shrink, kneel, never settle — it doesn't matter. You are your own scattered story.''
— Perhaps I can only endure a solitude I have chosen for myself, not the one I have been subjected to.
In this dead end of selfhood;
"First I will say what I am not — they taught me to behave this way — then what I am — this has already begun — I will only need to start over from the point where I allowed them to intimidate me."
A.Nur Türk
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