İstanbul Print

I was born small vilage in Sebinkarahisar , lives and working İstanbul Is it possible to find one's truth in the realm of dreams? I'm looking for the answer in my work. First I create two sets of realities and then alternating reality which links them. Each piece of my composition is reminiscent of a book made up of many interlocking fragments. Each piece of my composition is reminiscent of a book made up of many interlocking fragments, a book that chronicles all the stories of the past and the future The private world I created is a neverland that is shaped and enriched by my immigration experience from my village to a metropolis. It can be observed that I describe that neverland in all of my works using eartly notions. I am trying to narrate my own reality with aestethics. I use shade, light and line. All of them turns into stories. Trees, jungles, rivers, monsters and magical realism... Each of them becomes a metamorphosis. Each story that I tell in my works keeps collective memory alive. Being on the road is the milestone of my life. I am a teller. I tell stroies, fairy tales and legends. I need to be on the road like every teller. I kept my stories private until I relocated to Wien and discovered on the road that I could tell them. I need to be on the road again. To heart of passion and magical realism.