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According to psychiatry, schizophrenia is not acute but a chronic syndrome with continuity. First, I received support from psychiatric medications, but then I gave up because I was too lazy to go to the hospital every month. The journey takes two hours. Without medication, I struggled, got bored and depressed, but this situation brought me to a point where I should be. The medications don't prevent these illusions, but they solve my sleep problems and relieve the fatigue caused by the unique thing I experience. My curiosity about mysticism and metaphysical subjects that I've always felt made me feel that my current situation was like a blessing to me. My reconciliation with this extraordinary syndrome that I found interesting rather than terrible was very easy. The detailed quality of the patterns I observed was truly amazing. Sometimes mythological beings mixed among the amorphous faces waving the flag of freedom from every angle. These were winged white and black dragons. This mythical figure has always influenced me greatly. At my mother's request, who noticed what I was experiencing, I was admitted to a clinic. About three months. Apart from all the interesting and unique figures I encountered, let's say special people whom I was happy to meet, they greeted me with an interest that amazed me. They talked to me as if they had knowledge of the special thing I was experiencing. Some called me god, some angel, some gave me different names from Anatolian myths that I didn't know and don't remember now. I didn't think much about how this happened and what it meant. The hospital did me no good other than gaining weight. Before, during and after the hospital, while I was in the syndrome, there was a team of women and men talking in my head. This team was observing me anatomically, they were trying to calm me down with malevolent suggestive words, making it clear that they were with me. The approaches of this suggestive team talking in my head with the sensitivity of doctors caused me to think of them as angels. After all, I was watching a different dimension or witnessing the game my mind was playing on me. Sometimes they distanced me from the fear I would feel and made me smile and relax with their ridiculous comments. Sometimes they told me to kiss and love myself. As if they tried to keep me away from fear by normalizing what I experienced with realistic approaches to this extraordinary situation. They made me feel it was temporary. This visual and auditory "acute schizophrenia" syndrome that I experienced for three months with occasionally intensifying attacks remained in my mind as an unforgettable experience. In short, if there is an extraordinary high frequency phenomenon, I think I had it for a short time. Schizophrenia is not a temporary illness that comes and goes. The attitude that these metaphysical experiences consist of the totality of ancient human experiences being meaningless and expressing nothing reminds me of an arrogant blindness. Ignoring the metaphysical world, despising it, and having an attitude that sees it as rabble ignorance should leave a person in shame. Metaphysics is the first step taken towards curiosity and truth. We have entered an age where acceptable experiments regarding the validity of the fact that we can see other dimensions of different constants that can exist outside the evolutionary constants, nutrition, reproduction and geographical adaptation conditions are taking place. From Carl Jung to Freud, the dilemma of modern man is that the order in which he exists is far from showing him the truth. In this order where there is no end to possession and competition, an individual knowing his own truth and being in cooperation by nature for hundreds of centuries. In the early periods of Islam, enigmatic figures like Hallaj Mansur also said that he encountered Allah in his meditation. A scholar like Ibn Arabi also said that Allah made him write one of his works. More rational masters like Ibn Rushd, for example, did not believe in fate and the afterlife and expressed this openly. This polyphony disappeared over time. Spirituality or practices seem to be deliberately corrupted. The sharing of mystical experiences, esoteric secrets added a lot to people and were hidden from ordinary people according to the rules. The point I want to reach is that I prefer to call truth, including the Abrahamic religions, that consider nature, a mountain, a majestic animal sacred and attribute divine powers to it, whether they resemble or not mythological existential forms that may belong to different dimensions, whatever human or human community that accepts more of a spiritual atmosphere, the occupying environment created by the modern world and the value of material seems like the enemy of the conscience that the metaphysical world creates in its essence. The pain and meaninglessness that existence enslaved to non-stop acquisition and ownership (human or product) suffers, and some people's not giving importance to these cores or lacking meaning-making, which makes them more human, the isolation of mind and existence, being alienated and distancing themselves and creating an imaginary world where this lost meaning does not exist. This was exactly the reason for what I experienced. During a period when I was alone and in pain, something must have been triggered when I started to help myself with meditation and some mystical exercises and read every source I found. An escape. Schizophrenia is one of the methods found by the human mind, perhaps conscious, perhaps unconscious, a reflexive choice. I know schizophrenics who are satisfied with the world they enter during schizophrenic attacks. Most of them are unique and original when they produce poems, plastic arts, or different practices in their own worlds. Another important feature is that they are not in anxiety to be understood or liked by anyone. So much so that one cannot help but say here is a human being like himself. Most schizophrenic attacks that I am said to have experienced do not contain spectacular excitement, of course. The extraordinary thing is that despite psychiatry's constant claim that this acute condition is not accepted and will continue, I harbored the feeling that my syndrome would have an end. The neon colors I felt in my focused meditations and sometimes saw in the sky, modern mystics say that this impressive level I reached in a short time can sometimes be reached much earlier, sometimes after many experiences, and both are normal. In this case, was what I experienced a schizophrenic attack, or since my capacity to concentrate is above normal, I doubt that the visual and auditory syndrome I experienced is an acute schizophrenic case that is not very common in medicine. I cannot consider myself to have experienced a troublesome Sufi experience, but could I have reached the level of fana fillah in my lonely workshop without using any psychiatric medication, only with meditation, getting lost in the patterns I randomly drew with free hand and the dhikrs I performed from time to time, And with the compositions of Gurdjieff, the mystic born in Kars who told the world that telepathy is possible, which blend Anatolian melodies, spinning around in the middle of my workshop? The deprivation caused by a tragic and painful separation I experienced seems to be at the heart of the matter. In fact, the whole effort started with the aim of getting rid of this deprivation. Falling from a devotion to a nothingness all at once. My escape from this nothingness was possible with non-stop production. I tried to record the illusion flowing before my eyes with paint, pencil and surfaces. The stuck enthusiasm is reflected on the surface. My first works were large-scale upcycle assemblages using waste materials on house doors. Over time, completely abstracted from a search, although my sleep became forbidden due to the medications I quit, although staying sleepless for days made me tense, it carried me to a tired but intense consciousness. I watched the clouds, my view was an endless horizon. First, I continued to look for figures in the clouds. And all the shapeless or shaped figures in this wholeness flowing before my eyes became my source of inspiration. What else could I try to depict? I enjoyed it. These figures, generally drawn on 70x100 Duralit with mixed technique, are replicas, similarities of these observations. I tried to draw some of them as if they came from another artist's drawing. Quite a difficult endeavor. A person's drawing is like their fingerprint. I didn't want to follow a certain style and pattern. This endeavor of mine could continue throughout the flow of the moving figures in question. I find it suitable to define my works as abstract graffiti. Although each created figure has separate forms from each other, when they come together, on top of each other, side by side, they reach a composition and wholeness. In this age when new physics can observe geometric shapes from other dimensions, I tried to provide the figural interpretations belonging to other dimensions that accompany these geometric shapes and that I once witnessed with excitement, perhaps produced by my mind, perhaps as some sacred plants show us, as much as my hand allows, by giving the agility of a street artist's or graffiti artist's tag or signature. The Stained Figures of So-Called Schizophrenia In a 3-month process I experienced, according to psychiatrists' definition, the effect of the psychosis I entered increased and reached a schizophrenic point. As one of those who was rarely aware of my own condition, I consider myself lucky. I knew what I was experiencing I harbored neither fear nor anxiety. The figured stains flowing before my eyes were not as colorful as I painted, but it would not be wrong to describe this as extraordinary. The human mind is free and an unlimited creator in producing mutant faces or beings with rich variation, should I say. A unique science fiction. The contour variations of the figures appearing and moving on the surface are rich. Contour boundaries and the patterns they contain are adjacent to each other and sometimes nested, overlapping and side by side. I could watch their flows from surfaces and backgrounds and sometimes from the atmosphere at variable speeds. Sometimes a figure that attracted my attention more slowed down and allowed me to observe it carefully. I think I was the one directing the flow speed of these figures. Neither fear covered me nor anxiety about the future. As if I knew from within that what I was experiencing was temporary. I am lucky to have been able to have this fearless consciousness. What would happen if I were trapped inside a schizophrenia with rich visual richness. What would happen if I were stigmatized. According to psychiatry, schizophrenia is not acute but a chronic syndrome with continuity. First, I received support from psychiatric medications, but then I gave up because I was too lazy to go to the hospital every month. The journey takes two hours. Without medication, I struggled, got bored and depressed, but this situation brought me to a point where I should be. The medications don't prevent these illusions, but they solve my sleep problems and relieve the fatigue caused by the unique thing I experience. My curiosity about mysticism and metaphysical subjects that I've always felt made me feel that my current situation was like a blessing to me. My reconciliation with this extraordinary syndrome that I found interesting rather than terrible was very easy. The detailed quality of the patterns I observed was truly amazing. Sometimes mythological beings mixed among the amorphous faces waving the flag of freedom from every angle. These were winged white and black dragons. This mythical figure has always influenced me greatly. At my mother's request, who noticed what I was experiencing, I was admitted to a clinic. About three months. Apart from all the interesting and unique figures I encountered, let's say special people whom I was happy to meet, they greeted me with an interest that amazed me. They talked to me as if they had knowledge of the special thing I was experiencing. Some called me god, some angel, some gave me different names from Anatolian myths that I didn't know and don't remember now. I didn't think much about how this happened and what it meant. The hospital did me no good other than gaining weight. Before, during and after the hospital, while I was in the syndrome, there was a team of women and men talking in my head. This team was observing me anatomically, trying to calm me down with suggestive words, making it clear that they were with me. The approaches of this suggestive team talking in my head with the sensitivity of doctors caused me to think of them as angels. After all, I was watching a different dimension or witnessing the game my mind was playing on me. Sometimes they distanced me from the fear I would feel and made me smile and relax with their ridiculous comments. Sometimes they told me to kiss and love myself. As if they tried to keep me away from fear by normalizing what I experienced with realistic approaches to this extraordinary situation. They made me feel it was temporary. This visual and auditory "acute schizophrenia" syndrome that I experienced for three months with occasionally intensifying attacks remained in my mind as an unforgettable experience. In short, if there is an extraordinary high frequency phenomenon, I think I had it for a short time. Schizophrenia is not a temporary illness that comes and goes. The attitude that these metaphysical experiences consist of the totality of ancient human experiences being meaningless and expressing nothing reminds me of an arrogant blindness. Ignoring the metaphysical world, despising it, and having an attitude that sees it as suitable for rabble ignorance should leave a person in shame. Metaphysics is the first step taken towards curiosity and truth. We have entered an age where acceptable experiments regarding the validity of the fact that we can see other dimensions of different constants that can exist outside the evolutionary constants, nutrition, reproduction and geographical adaptation conditions are taking place. From Carl Jung to Freud, the dilemma of modern man is that the order in which he exists is far from showing him the truth. In this order where there is no end to possession and competition, an individual knowing his own truth and being in cooperation by nature for hundreds of centuries. In the early periods of Islam, enigmatic figures like Hallaj Mansur also said that he encountered Allah in his meditation. A scholar like Ibn Arabi also said that Allah made him write one of his works. More rational masters like Ibn Rushd, for example, did not believe in fate and the afterlife and expressed this openly. This polyphony disappeared over time. Spirituality or practices seem to be deliberately corrupted. The sharing of mystical experiences, esoteric secrets added a lot to people and were hidden from ordinary people according to the rules. The point I want to reach is that I prefer to call truth, including the Abrahamic religions, that consider nature, a mountain, a majestic animal sacred and attribute divine powers to it, whether they resemble or not mythological existential forms that may belong to different dimensions, whatever human or human community that accepts more of a spiritual atmosphere, the occupying environment created by the modern world and the value of material seems like the enemy of the conscience that the metaphysical world creates in its essence. The pain and meaninglessness that existence enslaved to non-stop acquisition and ownership (human or product) suffers, and some people's not giving importance to these cores or lacking meaning-making, which makes them more human, the isolation of mind and existence, being alienated and distancing themselves and creating an imaginary world where this lost meaning does not exist. This was exactly the reason for what I experienced. During a period when I was alone and in pain, something must have been triggered when I started to help myself with meditation and some mystical exercises and read every source I found. An escape. Schizophrenia is one of the methods found by the human mind, perhaps conscious, perhaps unconscious, a reflexive choice. I know schizophrenics who are satisfied with the world they enter during schizophrenic attacks. Most of them are unique and original when they produce poems, plastic arts, or different practices in their own worlds. Another important feature is that they are not in anxiety to be understood or liked by anyone. So much so that one cannot help but say here is a human being like himself. Most schizophrenic attacks that I am said to have experienced do not contain spectacular excitement, of course. The extraordinary thing is that despite psychiatry's constant claim that this acute condition is not accepted and will continue, I harbored the feeling that my syndrome would have an end. The neon colors I felt in my focused meditations and sometimes saw in the sky, modern mystics say that this impressive level I reached in a short time can sometimes be reached much earlier, sometimes after many experiences, and both are normal. In this case, was what I experienced a schizophrenic attack, or since my capacity to concentrate is above normal, I doubt that the visual and auditory syndrome I experienced is an acute schizophrenic case that is not very common in medicine. I cannot consider myself to have experienced a troublesome Sufi experience, but could I have reached the level of fana fillah in my lonely workshop without using any psychiatric medication, only with meditation, getting lost in the patterns I randomly drew with free hand and the dhikrs I performed from time to time, And with the compositions of Gurdjieff, the mystic born in Kars who told the world that telepathy is possible, which blend Anatolian melodies, spinning around in the middle of my workshop? The deprivation caused by a tragic and painful separation I experienced seems to be at the heart of the matter. In fact, the whole effort started with the aim of getting rid of this deprivation. Falling from a devotion to a nothingness all at once. My escape from this nothingness was possible with non-stop production. I tried to record the illusion flowing before my eyes with paint, pencil and surfaces. The stuck enthusiasm is reflected on the surface. My first works were large-scale upcycle assemblages using waste materials on house doors. Over time, completely abstracted from a search, although my sleep became forbidden due to the medications I quit, although staying sleepless for days made me tense, it carried me to a tired but intense consciousness. I watched the clouds, my view was an endless horizon. First, I continued to look for figures in the clouds. And all the shapeless or shaped figures in this wholeness flowing before my eyes became my source of inspiration. What else could I try to depict? I enjoyed it. These figures, generally drawn on 70x100 Duralit with mixed technique, are replicas, similarities of these observations. I tried to draw some of them as if they came from another artist's drawing. Quite a difficult endeavor. A person's drawing is like their fingerprint. I didn't want to follow a certain style and pattern. This endeavor of mine could continue throughout the flow of the moving figures in question. I find it suitable to define my works as abstract graffiti. Although each created figure has separate forms from each other, when they come together, on top of each other, side by side, they reach a composition and wholeness. In this age when new physics can observe geometric shapes from other dimensions, I tried to provide the figural interpretations belonging to other dimensions that accompany these geometric shapes and that I once witnessed with excitement, perhaps produced by my mind, perhaps as some sacred plants show us, as much as my hand allows, by giving the agility of a street artist's or graffiti artist's tag or signature.

• Painting Type: Acrylic
• Year: 2026
• Style: Abstract
• Subject Matter: Figure
• Surface: Wood Panel
• Dimensions: Width: 70 × Height: 100 × Depth: 0.004
• Orientation: Vertical/Portrait
• Frame: Unframed
• Color Palette: Multicolor
• Technique: Brush Work
• Finish: Varnished
• Signature: Signed
• Condition: Excellent
• Authenticity: Original
• Edition: Edition Number: 8