Monday 24 April 2017

Out Of pLACE.............. >>>>>> absence of belongingness...

 Out Of pLACE..............
>>>>>>  absence of belongingness


Techniques/ Mediums: photographic print, original and fake documents, pen and ink drawings, water color, blood, found objects, stickers, collage, paper pulp, letters, self-documented/archived photographic images, Xerox copies, manipulated photographs, photographic documentation of performances photos pasted on different sizes, colored and kinds of handmade papers.

Dimension/ Place: File format work including 30 pages in both sides (each page maximum 55.88 cm /71.12 cm).

Description: These fragmented works were part of one documented file format work which can be seen as an archive of one’s own suppressed feelings of belongings. Documentation, evidence, neutrality, trace, authenticity, legality, and knowledge production regarding own subject as an objective desire.
No more can I ignore the dark events flowing down from history to the present. I am a part of the occurrences around me. Art has never been an isolated event for me, separated from my little histories and movements that I have encountered and envisaged. For me home is not a permanent address, it is movable. If I want to revisit all places or remember all different experiences in my life, then I think I can build a new home. But is it possible? How can I collect all those memories and archive them on one surface. Every view, which I can hardly see, is a one sided perspective…

In this file, I documented different found and forgotten objects, letters, images and other credentials in an effort to remember home. Spurred by this process, I rekindled various correspondences, collected, concocted stories through conversations, letters and objects along with fake or invented documents, and juxtaposed them with each in an effort to allow multiple narratives to emerge. This part evidence file, part photo album, part autobiography was my effort to destabilize the notions of singularity and chronology in documentation.


































































...Never had I slept here but every night I sleep without any security…
Who wrapped me in plastic darkness?
Covered me in silent death?
Dream and reality can overflow from my unconscious library
Words can unstable without any knowledge of language
When my body was full of legal poisons,
then how I placed myself in full of madness
I know…