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Argilla animata

"Argilla animata"

project: Emin Çizenel / Anber Onar

"Down through the centuries they bore witness to the island's history. Their lives were lived in the unity of alrge family. Each protected the outer cover of its own loftily baked form. They were nourised with fire and light. No one heard their whispering songs. They came face to face with unspeakable things as they sought their identities on mountain heights,and in the depths of the seas. They were unable to scream. the brightness of their pleasure shone throught as they strippet away the intense heat of the fire's core. Light became their expression. They confused being stroked with being loved.

Their lovemaking did not reflect their sexual preferences.Their faith was always determined for them by others. They spoke of every colonial power that came onto the stage as "history". They moved and circulated without passports or visas. But now they are in a space where they want to be, and they are disorinted. They alone can travel with validity through the passage of time. They are always reconfigured anew, and become more provocative as they are moved to different spaces of observation and constantly rethought in the form of new  concepts. To belong to a particular time is for them only an infinite extension. Their existence is in a space of observation, and their concept a gift that is endlessly recalled anew."

 

 

 
Syncopation
A moment of blindness, deafness, is caused by the breaking of a wave as it passes throuth the iris, the eardrum. The thread of the wave carries melody and reflection up and down from peak to trought. Its rhythm is at the same time warp and woof, a texture pierced at every moment by the gaze, but never seen by the eye. Striking the membrane, it echoes, but is not heard. It is felt, but not touched. The sight of this paradox is the sound of Syncopation.
 
 
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