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The spotted figures of so-called schizophrenia In a three-month period I experienced, the effect of the psychosis I entered, as defined by psychiatrists, increased and reached a schizophrenic point. I consider myself lucky as one of those who are rarely aware of their own condition. I knew what I was experiencing, harboring neither fear nor anxiety. The figured spots flowing before my eyes, though not as colorful as I depicted them, would not be wrong to describe as extraordinary. The human mind is free and rich in variation; whether I call them mutant faces or entities, it's an unlimited creator. A science fiction of its own. The contour variations of the figures that emerged and moved on the surface were rich. The contour boundaries and the patterns they contained were adjacent to each other, sometimes intertwined, overlapping, and side by side. I remained watching their flows at varying speeds from surfaces, backgrounds, and sometimes from the atmosphere. Sometimes a figure that caught my interest more would slow down, allowing me to observe it thoroughly. I think I was the one directing the flow speed of these figures. Neither fear nor anxiety about the future overcame me. It was as if I knew deep down that what I was experiencing was temporary. I am fortunate to have possessed this fearless consciousness. What if I were trapped inside a schizophrenic with abundant visual richness, what if I were stigmatized. According to psychiatry, schizophrenia is a syndrome seen as chronic, not acute, and continuous. First I received support from psychiatric medications, but then I gave up because I got lazy about going to the hospital every month. The journey was two hours. Without medication I struggled, got bored, got depressed, but this situation carried me to a point where I should be. The medications weren't preventing these illusions, but they were solving my sleep problem and taking away the fatigue created by the unique thing I was experiencing. My curiosity about mysticism and metaphysical subjects also caused the situation I was in to seem like a blessing to me. My reconciliation with this extraordinary syndrome, which I found interesting rather than terrible, was easy. The detailed quality of the patterns I observed was amazing. Among the amorphous faces waving the flag of freedom from every angle, mythological beings sometimes mixed in. These were winged white and black dragons. This mythical figure has always influenced me. At the request of my mother, who became aware of what I was experiencing, I was admitted to a clinic. About three months. Apart from all the interesting and unique figures I encountered, there were also special people I was happy to meet. They greeted me with an interest that amazed me. They spoke with me as if they had knowledge about the special thing I was experiencing. Some called me a god, some an angel, some gave me different names from Anatolian myths that I didn't know and can't remember now. I didn't think much about how this happened and what it meant. The hospital did nothing for me except make me gain weight. Before, during, and after the hospital, while I was in the syndrome, there was a team of men and women speaking in my head. This team was observing me anatomically, trying to calm me with suggestive words, making me feel they were with me. The approaches of this suggestive team speaking 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 kept me away from the fear I would hear, making me smile and relax with their ridiculous comments. Sometimes they told me to kiss myself, to love myself. It was as if they tried to keep me away from fear by normalizing this extraordinary situation with realistic approaches. They made me feel it was temporary. This visual and auditory "acute schizophrenia" syndrome that I experienced for three months, with attacks that intensified from time to time, remained as an unforgettable experience in my mind. In short, if there is an extraordinary high-frequency phenomenon, I think I briefly touched it. Schizophrenia is not a temporary illness. The fact that these metaphysical experiences consist of the totality of ancient human experiences being seen as meaningless and lacking significance reminds me of an arrogant blindness. Ignoring the metaphysical world, belittling it, and considering it suitable for the ignorance of the common people should leave one in shame. Metaphysics is the first step taken toward curiosity and truth. Beyond the constants of evolution—nutrition, reproduction, and geographical adaptation conditions—we have entered an age where acceptable experiments are conducted regarding the reality that we can see other constants, different dimensions. From Carl Jung to Freud, the modern person's dilemma is that the order they exist within is far from showing them the truth. In this endless order of possession and competition, the individual knowing their own truth and being in cooperation by nature for hundreds of centuries. In the early periods of Islam, enigmatic figures like Hallaj-i Mansur said they encountered Allah in their meditations. A scholar like Ibn Arabi expressed that Allah made him write one of his works. More rational masters like Ibn Rushd could openly express that they didn't believe in fate and the afterlife. This polyphony disappeared over time. Spirituality and its practices seem to be deliberately corrupted. The sharing of mystical experiences and esoteric secrets added much to people, but according to rules, they were hidden from ordinary people. The point I want to reach is this: Whatever human or community that considers nature, a mountain, a majestic animal sacred; attributes divine powers to it; accepts a more spiritual atmosphere whether or not it resembles mythological existential forms that may belong to different dimensions—including the Abrahamic religions that I prefer to call the truth—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 suffered by beings enslaved to non-stop acquisition and possession—human or product; or some people's not giving importance to these cores or being unable to make sense of them makes them more human. The isolation and alienation of mind and being causes people to distance themselves and build an imaginary, lost, meaningless world for themselves. This was exactly the reason for what I experienced. When I was in a lonely and painful period and started helping myself with meditation and some mystical exercises, reading every source I found, something must have been triggered. An escape. Schizophrenia is perhaps one of the methods the human mind finds; a conscious or unconscious, reflexive choice. I know schizophrenics who are satisfied with the world they enter during schizophrenic attacks. Most are unique and original with the poems, plastic arts, or different practices they produce in their own worlds. Another important characteristic of theirs is that they don't carry concerns like being understood or liked. Most schizophrenic attacks certainly don't contain the spectacular excitement that I'm said to have experienced. What was extraordinary was that, despite the psychiatric acceptance that it's seen as acute and not accepted, and claimed to continue, my syndrome harbored the feeling from the beginning that it would have an end. The neon colors I felt in the meditations I concentrated on and sometimes saw in the sky made me think that modern mystics say that this impressive level I reached in a short time is sometimes reached much earlier, sometimes after many experiences, and both are normal. In this case, I doubted whether what I experienced was a schizophrenic attack or, if my concentration capacity was above normal, a visual and auditory experience. I can't consider myself to have experienced a troublesome Sufi experience, but could I have reached the level of fana fillah, alone in my workshop, without using any psychiatric medication; only with meditation, getting lost in patterns I drew freely by hand, and dhikr I performed from time to time, accompanied by compositions that blend Anatolian melodies by Gurdjieff, born in Kars, who told the world that telepathy was possible, spinning in the middle of my workshop? The deprivation caused by a tragic and painful separation I experienced seemed to lie at the heart of the matter. In fact, the whole endeavor began with the aim of getting rid of this deprivation. Suddenly falling from a devotion to a nothingness. My escape from this nothingness became possible through non-stop production. I tried to record the illusion flowing before my eyes with paint, pencil, and surfaces. The trapped enthusiasm was reflected on the surface. My first works were upcycle assemblages I created with waste materials on large-sized house doors. Over time, I completely abstracted from a search. After the medications I quit, my sleep became forbidden; staying sleepless for days made me tense but carried me to a tired but intense consciousness. I watched the clouds. My view was a boundless horizon. First I looked for figures in the clouds. These shapeless or shaped figures in this totality flowing before my eyes became my source of inspiration. What else could I try to depict? I enjoyed it. Here, these figures, mostly drawn with mixed techniques on 70x100 duralit, are replicas of these observations. I tried to draw some as if they came from another artist's design. Quite a difficult endeavor. A person's design is like their fingerprint; I didn't want to follow a specific style and pattern. This endeavor of mine continued throughout the flow of the moving figures in question. Defining my works as "abstract graffiti" seems appropriate to me. Although each created figure has separate forms, when they come together intertwined, overlapping, and side by side, they reach a composition and unity. In this age when new physics can observe geometric shapes from other dimensions, I too tried to convey, as much as my hand allowed, the figural interpretations belonging to another dimension that accompany these geometric shapes and that I once witnessed with excitement—perhaps produced by my mind, or perhaps like what sacred plants show us—with the agility of a street artist's or graffiti artist's tag.

• 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: 12