Ora Tonu
Some stories refuse to be told with words.

Dim
"We spend hours waiting for other hours." (A Short History of Decay, Emil M. Cioran.)

Nodo Streka
A non-basic striped tee. 

Monosansu
Reality changes shape in the corridors of perception.

Applien
Objects inhabit the void carved out by apartments.

Nightag
Half my days walk the streets.

Daily Practice
These practices are some sort of imagination breakfast. 

Zzz
That morning, I had more important things than waking up.

Gerekli Sketch
My hunger existed long before time began.

Roungle
Logos just want to have fun.

Wavrel
I turn down the volume of time and grab on to the shoulder of a wave.

Plania
It's actually a pretty rational street, it just pretends to be a garbage can or a street lamp. 

Freka
A quick reminder for the colors that just tuned in.

Memory Leak Sketch
The past comes in pieces and can transform into countless things as it arrives.

Fuelo
With each form, I overflow a little bit more. 

Quti
There's a bit of hoarding involved.

Nclot
Everyone is the curator of their own drawer.

Omorph
The glitch in my perception may be an interface issue.

Fhaalin
The best part of falling is how the sky expands.  

Demos Proto
Every wrong line learns from a straight one. 

Neuvex
Every day, from dawn to dusk, I surround the sky with cables and launch my satellites of imagination.

Mano Unus
To make sure you are not dreaming, look at your hands.

Neoink
We did something to technology, and it did something to us.

Editmode
I became a roleplayer in this open world where reality is constantly evolving. As a side quest, I rendered the ones left on the road.

Herl
A new window, only for a pair of eyes.

Shelf
When these objects strip off their function and put on the context that I created, how many millions of times were they produced before no longer matters.

Naka
The two ends of a scissors, one for forms and one for stories.

Yor
The colors that stitch my story. They are somewhere between introduction, body, and conclusion.

Layers Of Time Sketch
The colors of my story, where are they now?

Straighten
Who knows, maybe once upon a time, gravity too was just a figment of someone's imagination.

En Route
In this language without any place, time expands as the duration of a song.

Pouch
When these objects strip off their function and put on the context that I created, how many millions of times were they produced before no longer matters.

Biz
Three oldest worries, three basic needs

Sculpt
What I'm thinking or sometimes, what the material is thinking, takes form with me.

Notion
A scene comes to mind, a smell, a sound, a feeling. The past comes in pieces and can turn into limitless things.

Octuo
This artificial light trapping my eyes, this giant display disregarding my existence, this culture consuming the skin of my individuality.

GG
Spirit of the broken item, hear me out! We fell to pieces but let's accept it, we had a great time.

Checkpoint
I became a roleplayer in this open world where reality is constantly evolving. As a side quest, I rendered the ones left on the road.

Capbo
I'm collaborating with the objects I bond with.

Tic Ki Diro
The canvas is wide open, ideas are free.

Ruuw
"I'm the smallest supporter of art." -Screw

Minitalk
Artist's note: What a night! 

Vintage Room
In this language without any place, time expands as the duration of a song.

Exoplanet
There's a strange but familiar feeling about everything I encounter.

Vrtt
It was our existence that was dancing with extinction in the orbit of the black holes.

Tronim
I'm collaborating with the objects I bond with.

Noise
A scene comes to mind, a smell, a sound, a feeling. The past comes in pieces and can turn into limitless things.

Call
There was no place left unseen, yet humankind remained as an undiscovered continent.

Pigment
What I'm thinking or sometimes, what the material is thinking, takes form with me.

Lead Time
In this language without any place, time expands as the duration of a song.

Torcher
You want to hit the road; stone walls stand in your way.
You want to walk out; the ones left behind haunt you like a pack of restless ghosts.
You want to set your past ablaze; an invisible hand puts your torch out.

To create, we must risk destruction.
To do justice to the fire, we must stand in its light.

Nib
A scene comes to mind, a smell, a sound, a feeling. The past comes in pieces and can turn into limitless things.

Vertien
Everyday they wake up, check the day's menu and choose a mask. Because extras don't use stunt doubles.

Ground Gyration
Rigid cities bend with footprints left on wet concrete, and perhaps, the surface changes its mind.

Escape Flip
Spirit of the broken item, hear me out! We fell to pieces but let's accept it, we had a great time.

Uprising
In this language without any place, time expands as the duration of a song.

Ecek
The colors that stitch my story. They are somewhere between introduction, body, and conclusion.

Heyn
He has no idea how long he's been on the road. Every rest point he sees is crowded with planned trips... As the logic of the majority dictates, inevitable places for those who want to get from point A to B. His journey is unplanned, he has no idea where he's going and there is no logical explanation as to why he's on the road. Who wants to explain anyway? When you're on the road, you just aim to go as far as possible, but you remember where you're going and why only when you stop... Here's another one... Rest areas are part of our calculable, fabricated reality... A bland cup of tea, a coincidental meal, dirty toilets and have a nice trip... He doesn't want to rest. He will keep going until he finds the shadow of a tree or a waterfront where he can sleep.

Gremil
I'm collaborating with the objects I bond with.

Shield Maiden
We just sat down and watched the Sun set, atom being split, gravity being extinct and soil being free.

Kap
Three oldest worries, three basic needs

Moyaji
I can imagine the person without the couch, but I realized, to think of the couch without the person, I need to become the couch.

Ravera
All the destructive suspicions zigzagging around the orbits of my mind were actually made up of primitive codes written in another galaxy.

Mış
The colors that stitch my story. They are somewhere between introduction, body, and conclusion.

Mareium
I can imagine the person without the couch, but I realized, to think of the couch without the person, I need to become the couch.

Ekbatop
I can imagine the person without the couch, but I realized, to think of the couch without the person, I need to become the couch.

Brig
Bazen boyutsuz bir düzlem, sonsuz bir müddet, sorunlu bir evrende öylece oyalanıyoruz.

Heliopause
Aradan geçen yüzyıllar sonrasında, elimde yok ettiğim türlerin kostümüyle tek kişilik bir tiyatro oynamaya başladım.

Rollkow
Hasat sonrası tarlayı bir kargaya emanet edip çekip gittiler. Dönmek için 200 yılları vardı şimdi.

Arnung
Her sabah günün menüsüne bakıp buna göre maskeler seçerdi. Çünkü figüranlar dublör kullanmaz.

Paper Ground
Kaskatı şehirler, ıslak betonda kalan ayak izleriyle esner ve bakarsın yüzeyin de fikri değişir.

Acro
İşaret parmağının hafızasına güveniyor ve fotoğraf çekmek için yürümekten daha kısa bir yol bilmiyordu. Kamerasını açıp, pozlamasını kontrol etti. ISO: 30 milyar ışık yılı. Açılan zihniydi ve netlik sonsuzdaydı.

Riff Hands
Mekanı olmayan bu dilde, zaman genişliyor bir şarkı süresi kadar.

Ev
En yaşlı üç kaygı, en temel üç ihtiyaç

Ondro
Algılarımdaki bozulma belki de bir arayüz sorunudur.

Astrok
"İlginçtir ki modern gökbilimcilere göre uzay sonlu bir alan. Bayağı rahatlatıcı bir düşünce bu. Özellikle de eşyalarını nereye koyduklarını unutanlar için."

Woody Allen

Time
Hatalarımdan çok şey öğrendim. Ama hatalarım benden daha çok şey öğrendi.

Plaster Peeling
Kaskatı şehirler, ıslak betonda kalan ayak izleriyle esner ve bakarsın yüzeyin de fikri değişir.

Metar
Bazen boyutsuz bir düzlem, sonsuz bir müddet, sorunlu bir evrende öylece oyalanıyoruz.

Rjovik
Doğduğu günden beri varlığıyla bilinci arasında bir tercih yapabileceği günü bekliyordu.

Lütfen bekleyin... Lütfen bekleyin... Şimdi karşıya geçebilirsiniz.

Horizon Sketch
Bir hikayesi var mıdır koltuğun? İnsandan bağımsız

Stumble
Kim bilir belki yerçekimi de bir zamanlar birilerinin kurduğu bir hayalden ibaretti.

Laugar
Dün geceye dair hatırlamadığım herkesin hafızasında kendime uzun süreli bir yer edindim.

Proi
İşaret parmağının hafızasına güveniyor ve fotoğraf çekmek için yürümekten daha kısa bir yol bilmiyordu. Kamerasını açıp, pozlamasını kontrol etti. ISO: 30 milyar ışık yılı. Açılan zihniydi ve netlik sonsuzdaydı.

Nuida
Zihnimde lekelerden oluşan bu girdapta, düşünceye formunu veren şey tam olarak neydi?

Anirola
Zihnimin yörüngelerinde zigzag çizen yıkıcı kuşkuların tamamı aslında başka bir galakside yazılmış primitif kodlardan ibaretti.

Mask Sketch
Figüranlar dublör kullanmaz.

Stories Sketch
Boş bulduğum ilk sayfada uçmadan yakaladığım bir yığın not.

Woolgather
Kim bilir belki yerçekimi de bir zamanlar birilerinin kurduğu bir hayalden ibaretti.

Jung
...böyle anlar dolmuşlukla başlar. Haftalar ağır geçmiş, midede sıkıntı topu birikmiştir. Sonra beklemediğin anda, ortalıkta kimse yokken, oflaya poflaya eline bir kalem alırsın ya da duvar köşesinde duran sazın teline boş vurursun ve olaylar gelişir... Ayıldığında ortaya saçılanlara inanamazsın. Onlar hala pas parlak, sanki kalbi atıyormuş gibi hareket halinde, karşındadır. Seninse opacity hala %33'tedir. Keşke ben hiç dönmesem, siz saçılmaya devam etseniz diye düşünürsün.

Shaping Love
Düşünce, bir enerji formudur; bir yerde depolayabilir, saklayabilirsiniz ancak yok edemezsiniz, eninde sonunda ortaya çıkmasına engel olamazsınız.

Mengene Sketch
Herkes birbirini izlerken farklılıkların derisi zımparalanıyor.

Velv
İşaret parmağının hafızasına güveniyor ve fotoğraf çekmek için yürümekten daha kısa bir yol bilmiyordu. Kamerasını açıp, pozlamasını kontrol etti. ISO: 30 milyar ışık yılı. Açılan zihniydi ve netlik sonsuzdaydı.

Flora
Aradan geçen yüzyıllar sonrasında, elimde yok ettiğim türlerin kostümüyle tek kişilik bir tiyatro oynamaya başladım.

Apex Sketch
Fakat kabul edelim ki harika vakit geçirdik.

Soulful Sketch
Düşünceye formunu veren şey neydi?

Reisen
Birçok insanın emekli olunca yerleşmek isteyip yine birçoğunun bir bahane bularak yerleşmediği sahil kasabalarından birine ulaştı. Mevsimi olmadığı için tatilciler yoktu. Sadece mevsimi olmadığı için değildi aslında. Tatil çalıştıkça hak edilen ve başkaları tarafından pazarlanan bir dinlence değil miydi? Herkes çalışıyordu. Kıyıda biraz rüzgâr, bolca deniz kabuğu ve çekingen dalgalarla karşılaştı. Bungun havayı yırtan birkaç martı sesi duydu. Martılar asla emekli olmazdı. İnsanlar doğar, büyür, çalışır, bir martı gibi ekmekleri yakalar ve yaşlanınca emekli olurlar. Sadece hayaller yaşlanmıyor. Renkli şemsiyelerden birinin altına bir köpek gibi kıvrıldı, büyük bir deniz kabuğu aldı, kulağına götürdü ve içinden gelen sesi dinleyerek uyudu.

Aira
Zihnimde lekelerden oluşan bu girdapta, düşünceye formunu veren şey tam olarak neydi?

Documented
Düşünce, bir enerji formudur; bir yerde depolayabilir, saklayabilirsiniz ancak yok edemezsiniz, eninde sonunda ortaya çıkmasına engel olamazsınız.

Jionda
Doğduğu günden beri varlığıyla bilinci arasında bir tercih yapabileceği günü bekliyordu.

Lütfen bekleyin... Lütfen bekleyin... Şimdi karşıya geçebilirsiniz.

Ijon
Zihnimde lekelerden oluşan bu girdapta, düşünceye formunu veren şey tam olarak neydi?

Plabo
Zihnimin yörüngelerinde zigzag çizen yıkıcı kuşkuların tamamı aslında başka bir galakside yazılmış primitif kodlardan ibaretti.

Apple
Hatalarımdan çok şey öğrendim. Ama hatalarım benden daha çok şey öğrendi.

Mind Museum Sketch
Hafıza müzemin bekçileri.

Lepenca
Kusurlu planları, yanlış anlaşılan lafları ve tekrar eden hatalarıyla kendi olmaya devam ediyor.

Because Of You
"Kişinin egosu, bütün problemlerinin, bütün savaşların, bütün anlaşmazlıkların, bütün kıskançlıkların, korkunun, depresyonun kaynağıdır. Kendisini başarısız hissetmek, sürekli olarak diğerleri ile kıyaslamak herkesi incitir, aşırı derecede incitir; çünkü her şeye sahip olmazsın."

Osho

Lupuda
Her sabah günün menüsüne bakıp buna göre maskeler seçerdi. Çünkü figüranlar dublör kullanmaz.

Lucka
Bu sırada Dünya'nın diğer ucunda kıyametlerin koptuğuna bir türlü inanası gelmiyordu.

Nigoma
Çimler üzeri arkadaş toplaşmaları, yatay ya da dikey yolculuklar, rengarenk festivaller, yazıyla çiziyle üretimle geçen vakitler, ufak çaplı mucizeler ve evden sokağa çıkışlar... Kulağımda hep bir müzik var.

The Dream
Zaman ve mekan senden uzaktayken rüyanda ne görürsün?

Sanka
To prevent being destroyed by nature, we gave up on our freedom and accepted to become a society. We don't know if we'd been better in the cave with only five or ten of us, but the order most of us has settled in makes us question whether it was worth the freedom we lost or not.

Together Alone
Though we might share the same physical environment, we are seldom together. It is here that we breathe the same air with objects and expand our space as we sculpt them.

This three-dimensional border begotten by their unquestionable tangibility becomes home to perspectives yearning for infinity.

Tafe
My mind was running so fast that if I had continued that way a little more that rusty mechanism would have failed at some point. I left without being noticed... Oh, damn! Had I turned the valve off before I left?

Ahenk
Neither I had to turn into a human, nor it had to turn into a daisy.

Tetoid
This artificial light trapping my eyes, this giant display disregarding my existence, this culture consuming the skin of my individuality.

The Land
What do you dream of when time and space are out of your reach?

It Is Temporary
"I sit by the window and look out completely in vain. Something always tells me that I'll go mad the next moment. But I don't go mad the next moment. Madness would mean that I'd have to cling to something. Yet I don't cling to anything."

Kárhozat (1988)

Brian
"I've found over the years that any momentary change stimulates a fresh burst of mental energy. So if I'm in this room and then I go into the other room, it helps me. If I go outside to the street, it's a huge help. If I go up and take a shower it's a big help. So I sometimes take extra showers. I'll be down here [in the living room] and at an impasse and what will help me is to go upstairs and take a shower. It breaks up everything and relaxes me."

Woody Allen - "Daily Rituals" by Mason Currey

Rodot
All was set to start the life from scratch. So now, we all were looking for the oldest repair method in history, the "restart" button.

Bug
...these moments start with feeling fed up. The weeks passed on slowly, with a ball of stress piling up in the stomach. And then, when you least expect it and there's no one else, you take the pen with boredom or hit the chord on the old guitar hanging in the corner and it all begins... You can't believe all that's been spilt around when you sober up. They are still shining and moving right in front of you as if their heart was beating. Your opacity, on the other hand, is still at 33%. And you wish you never returned, and they kept spilling.

Im Underwater
"Don't do what you want. Do what you don't want. Do what you're trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most."

Chuck Palahniuk

Burning Tire
In the end, we were only a handful of people to celebrate our existence; and we had forgotten all the languages we've known.

Tigwa
I've made a long-term memory of myself in the minds of people that I don't remember from last night.

Fast Fingers
Spirit of the broken item, hear me out! We fell to pieces but let's accept it, we had a great time.

Drewol
I've made a long-term memory of myself in the minds of people that I don't remember from last night.

Mano Duo
To make sure you are not dreaming, look at your hands.

We Became One
Whatever I do with passion, I will inevitably become it.

On The Stars
"I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps 'Oh look at that!' Then - whoosh, and I'm gone..."

Jim Morrison

Gravity
"Our lives do not belong to us. From womb to grave we depend on people who lived and still live. With every crime committed, with every favour done we breed our future."

Cloud Atlas

The Sky
What do you dream of when time and space are out of your reach?

Lentaa
Floating is nice, but each time you lose a piece.

Did I just drop the coins?

Mosca
Floating is nice, but each time you lose a piece.

Did I just drop the coins?

Ruvag
It was born over and over again. Hundreds, thousands, millions of times. Each time, it was a new species. And each time, it evolved back into itself.

Feels Right
The seed first turns into a flower in its dream.

Yuvica
Since the day he was born, he had been expecting the day he could choose between his existence and consciousness.

Please wait... Please wait... You can now cross the street.

Flying Low
So now, imagination was a colorful machine floating in the sky.

Target
I've learned a lot from my mistakes. Yet my mistakes have learned more from me.

Duo Semen
"We do not "come into" this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree. As the ocean "waves," the universe "peoples." Every individual is an expression of the whole realm of nature, a unique action of the total universe."

Alan Watts

Özgür Ruh
"Every human being is born pure before he starts life. The colour you will take is up to you in your life way. You can either go on with blue as you started or become a rainbow. Blue is the colour of purity and beginning... On the contrary to red, it is also the colour of heart at the same time. Your breath streams to live. You rise while you disperse around. As you wish...
And the hell is below all the time. It always pursues you; it's always at some part of your mind. You just wish to touch it but you take your hand back. But what if the hell is justice? You'll never be sure about that."

Şevki Orhan

Haerenga
In the evening of a day - we didn't even know why it started- we saw that a movie we watched just for a moment of joy, ended in sorrow. What we do now is to rewind it and watch that bitter end again. We will do this over and over, until we destroy ourselves.

43rd Istanbul Film Festival
These lines that frame the picture, they containt the unseen.

Mano Tres
To make sure you are not dreaming, look at your hands.

Sonar
...these moments start with feeling fed up. The weeks passed on slowly, with a ball of stress piling up in the stomach. And then, when you least expect it and there's no one else, you take the pen with boredom or hit the chord on the old guitar hanging in the corner and it all begins... You can't believe all that's been spilt around when you sober up. They are still shining and moving right in front of you as if their heart was beating. Your opacity, on the other hand, is still at 33%. And you wish you never returned, and they kept spilling.

Cordialis Roep
"For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying--what one felt. Cleverness was silly. One must say simply what one felt."

Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway

Blue
Two shades of the same colour

BLUE - Fragman (YouTube)

Imagine
I became a roleplayer in this open world where reality is constantly evolving. As a side quest, I rendered the ones left on the road.

Box
When these objects strip off their function and put on the context that I created, how many millions of times were they produced before no longer matters.