Monday, August 31, 2009

Hadid's Shoe

What you see is about famous, rich shoe maker’s new game – in intelligent world they call this game ‘marketing strategy’. Playing with architects. Frankly, this is what happens when an architect (to be even more precise, Zaha Hadid) gets a task to design a pair of shoe). Of course, who else  Lacoste could ask to think and perfom of transforming such structural form into a sculpture kind of a shoe? SHOE???  
To me I totally admire her notion of a form. I didn’t try the shoes on yet but it seems like they are not only an eminently functional design, but also  they are moving and mysterious sculptural work of art. From my understanding of fashion point of view, I still have to figure out how could I make this crazy shoe designs work with my ordinary life style.
One more thing, if I would design such shoe for my graduation thesis in my design school years I bet I could fail. Is this fair enough?   By the way, did you already face with the question of how much does this plastic shoe cost in Lacoste?

Beethoven to His Immortal Beloved

Letter 1

July 6, in the morning
My angel, my all, my very self -
     Only a few words today and at that with pencil (with yours) - Not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon - what a useless waste of time -
     Why this deep sorrow when necessity speaks - can our love endure except through sacrifices, through not demanding everything from one another; can you change the fact that you are not wholly mine, I not wholly thine -
     Oh God, look out into the beauties of nature and comfort your heart with that which must be -
     Love demands everything and that very justly - thus it is to me with you, and to you with me.
     But you forget so easily that I must live for me and for you; if we were wholly united you would feel the pain of it as little as I -
     My journey was a fearful one; I did not reach here until 4 o'clock yesterday morning. Lacking horses the post-coach chose another route, but what an awful one; at the stage before the last I was warned not to travel at night; I was made fearful of a forest, but that only made me the more eager - and I was wrong.
     The coach must needs break down on the wretched road, a bottomless mud road.
     Without such postilions as I had with me I should have remained stuck in the road.
     Esterhazy, traveling the usual road here, had the same fate with eight horses that I had with four - Yet I got some pleasure out of it, as I always do when I successfully overcome difficulties -
     Now a quick change to things internal from things external.
     We shall surely see each other soon; moreover, today I cannot share with you the thoughts I have had during these last few days touching my own life -
     If our hearts were always close together, I would have none of these.
     My heart is full of so many things to say to you - ah - there are moments when I feel that speech amounts to nothing at all -
     Cheer up - remain my true, my only treasure, my all as I am yours.
     The gods must send us the rest, what for us must and shall be -
Your faithful LUDWIG
                 Letter 2

Evening, Monday, July 6

     You are suffering, my dearest creature - only now have I learned that letters must be posted very early in the morning on Mondays to Thursdays - the only days on which the mail-coach goes from here to K. -
     You are suffering -
     Ah, wherever I am, there you are also - I will arrange it with you and me that I can live with you.
     What a life!!! thus!!! without you - pursued by the goodness of mankind hither and thither - which I as little want to deserve as I deserve it -
     Humility of man towards man - it pains me - and when I consider myself in relation to the universe, what am I and what is He - whom we call the greatest - and yet - herein lies the divine in man -
     I weep when I reflect that you will probably not receive the first report from me until Saturday -
     Much as you love me - I love you more -
     But do not ever conceal yourself from me - good night -
     As I am taking the baths I must go to bed -
     Oh God - so near! so far!
     Is not our love truly a heavenly structure, and also as firm as the vault of heaven?

Monday, August 24, 2009

Inhibition and Invitation

 Unsmoke System Gallery, Braddock PA 
 November  1, 2008

" The installation work is done by using number of colorful wire harness tape rolls inside the space representing the border between the ‘inhibition and the invitation of the space.The improvised arrangement to the rolls of tape created a sense of freedom and movement.So, some of the tape rolls appeared almost constantly in motion and amplified, while the others seem to whirled with the wind in a lyrical and lively action."

A Wild Bush

acrylic on canvas
by me
May 2009

Inside She Sun

oil and acrylic on canvas
by me
May 2009-

Solar Eclipse

Can you feel the sun on your face?


Sunday, August 23, 2009

BiBi ( B.B)

Ah BiBi,
Golgemin soguk guzeli
Kentin yanliz Kralicesi
Begonvillerin tomurcuk cicegi
Yesil cay kokusu saclarinin
Sen, benim gizli suretim
The silhouette of my immortal beloved
Ayna da  kendimi degil seni goruyorum
Gunlerdir ruya’lar goruyorum
Karabulut-yagmur- ihanet ve intihar- buz-soguk cok soguk-buz
Gizli bahcesindeyiz kentin
Hint kenevirinden bir tutam esrar
Dizime yatiyorsun
Cicekler diziyoruz arka arkasina
Araya sikistirilmis bir denot gibi gelip geciyor dusum
Ruyalarimida parantez icinde yasiyor unlem ile bitiriyorum her seferinde, seninle
Baslamadan bitiyor goruceklerim
Yasamadan yazmam gibi seni
Cocuk serilerinden firlamis iki  kahraman gibi
Ben Alice sen Caterpillar
Hala  iki parmak cocuguz
Uslanmaz iki cocuk,
Yapan ve yikan
Ayrilali tam 4 gun oldu
Otogarda biraktim seni
Donunce arkani, ufledim tek tek yanan mumlarimi
Tukendikce bitiyor sari isik
Sen gittikce karariyor deniz
Once koyu lacivert oluyor Istanbul sonra koyu gri
Sehre gelmek te donmek kadar zor
Artik yorgunum
Dar gecitlerden geciyorum
Bu sehre gelmek icinde donmek icinde savasiyorum
Ara koprulerden bakiyorum ucurum assagilarina
Bir oyuncagi paylasir gibi paylasiyoruz
Ademin elmasini
Ben isiriyorum sen izliyorsun
Icim buram buram
Sonra sen gidiyorsun
Hic birsey olmamis gibi
Hic yasamamissin
Hic yasanmamis gibi
Kara bulutlarin arkasindan beklenen bir yagmur gibi
Sonunu bilirmis gibi
Alismissin, Kabullenmissin gibi
Ah BiBi
Benim soguk Kralicem,
Deli kanini akit kanima
Baska turlu gecmiyor zaman
ve  yetmiyor seni yasamaya da yazmaya da
Ah BiBi
Momo goca kahu laluya-ya
Momo ciko kahu laluya-ya yaya

Seyhan Sitti

BiBi (B.B)
Oh BiBi,
The cold beauty of my own shadow
The forlorn queen of my metropolis
The green tea scent of your hair
You, my furtive silhouette
The silhouette of my immortal beloved
I only see you on the mirror but myself
I dream for days and days
Emerald, ocean, seaweed, daisy
Black cloud and rain, treachery and suicide, ice and cold,
Very cold ice
We are in the secret garden of the metropolis
A small pinch of hemp plant
You lay down on my knees
We line up flowers one by one
My dream comes and goes like a squeezed denote
I see my dreams within parentheses and ends with exclamation point in each time
With you
My dreams end before even they starts
Like the way I write you without living you
You and I are like two tiny brave characters jumped out of classic kid’s series
I am Alice you are Caterpillar
We are still two finger kids who build and destroy
Two finger kids who never get fatigued
 It’s been exactly four full days since we got separated
I left you at the bus terminal
When you turned back, I blew the candles one by one
The yellow light is about running out
The sea is getting darker when you leave
First, Istanbul becomes dark navy blue then becomes dark grey
Coming to city is as hard as leaving
Now, I am drained
I pass through thigh tunnels
I battle for coming to the city and to leaving
I look down the bottom of the cliff among the bridges
I become meager and meager
We share the Adam’s apple like a precious toy
I take a bite, you watch
Then, you go
As if nothing happened
As if you weren’t there
As if you never lived
As simple as an expected rain after the dark clouds
As if you knew the end
As if you are so used to it
As if you already accepted it
Oh BiBi
My chilly queen
Pour your mad blood in my vessels
Or else, time doesn’t move
Time isn’t enough to reside you and to write you
Oh BiBi
Momo goca kahu laluya-ya
Momo ciko kahu laluya-ya yaya


Maura- Una

A secret  puzzle

A secret garden

You are violet, pink and purple

You are the colors of your eyes

How long ago we got devoted to each other?

Not long…

Time and destiny???

The miracle must be coming from the love of art in our blood

The violet, pink and purple blood

The blood running within my vessels


Maura-Una , you brought seasons with sensations

The freshness of spring and

The enigmatic poetry of  fall

We haven’t pass the half yet

There are other seasons, like other doors


Inspire me my Maura-Una

Give me solace 

Give me the power to move my little toe

Here another season is coming closer now

Soon, you will be cold as cold as I will be

We can only be inside the circle of color together

Let’s get warm within- Violet, Pink and Purple-


You are the queen of this steel land

Maura-Una ,

You are the mysterious motions of my poetry

Let’s get a cup of tea

Let’s walk….


August 20, 2009 11.08 am


I believe...

I believe in design. I believe in design that offers solutions. I don’t believe in absolute, I believe in relativity. Creativity is important, finding solutions in a creative way is more important. Having skills is crucial, but finding original expressions of ideas is more important. I love red, orange and green. I find plastic irresistible as a material. I love being able to create forms with plastic. I believe in motion, emotion, and innovation. I hate rituals and routines. Design should represent a sense of direction in nature and life. I care about environment. I recycle. I love earth and everything belongs to it. Straight and parallel lines are against my nature. Curve, twist, angel, bend, asymmetry are musts of design. I love abstract and geometric forms. I also love organic shapes and structures. I love art, architecture, music, movie, literature and technology. I use, prefer, Mac and Wacom. I enjoy using 3D software’s and all Adobe applications. I write letters, poems and short stories. I read Donald Norman, Gaston Bechelard, Sylvia Plath. I do abstract paint and quick hand sketching. I never forget carrying my sketchbook and my pen. I do forget my cell phone and keys. I like talking to people. I love talking to people who enhance my vision. My family is the substance of my life. I ask opinions and suggestions. However, I only listen my inner voices. I hate Renaissance and its style. I love contemporary. I hate Mona Lisa-I hate Paris Hilton too-. I love simplicity and cleanness in design, art, and architecture. I love Rose Lovegrove. I hate Karim Rashid. I hate his color palette. I love Zaha Hadid. I love to think how she looks and sees nature. I also love Philip Johnson, Brancusi, Miro. I believe in freedom and responsibility. I don’t believe in patriotism and politics. I believe in individualism. I don’t believe in prophets. I believe the existence of witches and angels. I carry evil eye on me. I eat sushi and everything comes out of sea. I buy magazines. I thank, apology, and forgive. I cry if I need to, but I laugh and smile with no reason. I have a sense of humor and I enjoy people who I can laugh with.I fail and learn from them. I don’t like history, although my past is my biggest inspiration. I have interests and I seek accomplishments within them. I have developed immunity of design, which represents happiness, curiosity and excitement. Ideology means having guidelines I don’t believe in guidelines. I jump barriers. I don’t believe in social ethics and morality I believe in liability and responsibility. 

May 13,2009 
10:51 pm