One thousand, three hundred sixty hours and twenty-one minutes - 2015

Death is ever present, it’s before and after life. Its existence is a contradictory solemn presence; because it warrants in-existence, while it is omnipresent. My association with the idea of death began when I closely encountered it, before my own death. The experience, made death more tangible but less comprehensible.

Death is return to void. Why do I like void? It’s because our mind has no perception of what lies beyond life. The notion of before and after life which is incomprehensible to us, is void. Death is a boundless void, and in its intervals life exists. Death is not performed and is not a position, it’s devoid of any act. But it contains all acts because it engulfs life. In reality it is life that happens. So in this way death is both life and it is not. The essence of inexistency is unknown to us. In death life is cut short. One does not continue life and death. Even in religions or public perception, life is continued after death, like a lapse, much like a power cut. In his novel “The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis”, author José Saramago writes: “…void does not exist and is in front of us and we leave it, there is nothing after death, we enter non-existence, we emanate from void, when we die and lose consciousness and we will live on…” So life is not terminated, or if it does it ends in void. Is not void, non-existence? Is it possible to End in to what is not? Death does not lead to anything. Very much like an unfinished vision or spectacle.

Death is the result of maximum expansion, in the manner that the stars expand and die. With death humans are scattered over time and place. this fragmentation offers uncertainty and lack of a whole image, and only in this fragmentation of time and space one is able to find elements of dead ones. And all of it happens while we are standing in center of our life and cannot go further. In the same manner that the character in Kurt Vonnegut’s novel is fragmented, and repeatedly dies in the same manner, and the act of dying is constantly repeated.

Mortality becomes comprehensible in fragmentation, and finding signs of our dead ones, – in our mind- makes it acceptable. All forms are in death and it contains all times too and in this manner the fragments come together. In these series I have attempted to visualize this fragmentation, and the suspension of life in nullity. The contradictions inherent in description, comprehension and in existence of death, -as I have tried to describe in this note- are all that I wanted to be visible in these series.