“Why do I draw paintings?” – April 2016
For the “wine-reddened bandits” who
are not present here anymore,
remained in the beauty of the inception
and thus are always present here…
and, in memory of SBF-DER…
“Once I realized that individuals are
spits ejected by the life while talking
and life itself is no oil painting when
compared to the matter, I head towards
the first tavern thinking that I would
never leave it. However, even if I empty
one thousand bottles
in there, bottles cannot give the taste of Utopia or
believing that something is still
possible.”
E. M. Cioran
There is wrong life out there and it is not possible to live it right…
The wrong life outside bends the right things within it, bends and makes human beings and their morals invisible… The “thing” turned into the shadow play of the horror is presented as life…
Genuine art takes the road with the information and intuition of this and cannot refrain from settling the score with this issue as long as it does not get drowned by clichés, trends, market and the pursuit of easiness…
Marx taught us that even the most “democratic”, “lawful”, “sensitive” and “developed” bourgeois state/society is a “battlefield where everybody fights with one another”…
The peoples of the geographies staying out of the so-called “spacious area” at the summit of the pyramid of the world countries are members of the “Blood League”.
Turkey is a member of this “Blood League” to the core!..
Now, I will quote Sabahattin Ali for those who may ask “why such an introduction in an exhibition catalogue”.
Maria Puder, the painter of “The Fur Coated Madonna” speaks:
“I want to draw paintings and reflect my judgments about people on these paintings and maybe I will be successful a little… However, this is in vain as well. There is no way that the people I despise understand this and those being capable of understanding this do not deserve this despisement. In that case, just like all other forms of art, painting lacks an audience, in other words, fails to address those it actually intends…”
Yes: Art is also the confession of failure!
Retrospective character of the exhibition results from that our hell stretches out backward to the utmost as much as being a preference…
Our life passes through the hell and most of us are interpreting whatever we see favourably like frogs that gradually get used to the rising temperature of the almost-boiling water, totally unaware of the necessity of having favourable dreams instead of “interpreting the dreams favourably”.
Yes: Art is also the work of ringing the bells!
However, it does not do this work in the style of a “bell ringer”; it does it on its own way without resorting to/fitting into “failure”, “sergeancy”, “mastery” and so on…
We will continue ringing the bells!
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