A blog for selected texts of Basak Senova in various books, catalogues, and magazines. Some of the texts posted are copyright, and their holders are indicated.


02 June 2007

FUSING INTO THE TRANSLUCENT LAYERS

published in Biennial 7+ Egofugal: 7th International Istanbul Biennial,
curated by Yuko Hasegewa (catalogue)
(both in English and Turkish)
ISBN 975 - 7383 - 22 ­ 7
© Istanbul Foundation for Culture and Arts, Istanbul, 2002


Istanbul. Whenever this very city closes her petals, she captures the blowing winds within herself. The reminiscences influenced by these winds have shaped the loaded memory, cultural structure and even the architectural texture of the city. To come across “accidentally” with any of these reminiscences is just an ordinary and repeatedly experienced intersection. Nonetheless, tracing these memories is not as easy as it seems, yet the city consists of many superimposed layers and maps having translucent zones with overlapping borders. While physical boundaries are diminished by any short-term memory based information, physical relations block mental boundaries. The fast flow of life covers the historical, cultural and geographical characteristics of the city with borrowed images. It assesses its beauties by hiding them; the city grows like a giant puzzle by being fragmented.

This time the Biennial fuses into this crowded and spinning city, like an agent, along with the concept of “Egofugal”. The revealed intention of the Biennial is to open up fields of collective consciousness via the city and her habitants, rather than an attempt to conquer the venues. The biennial takes place in an extremely tough period where the economic crisis, hard life conditions, restless and knotty future narrations block the perception of daily life. “Egofugal” lays emphasis on the healing facility of art: it proposes a more positive and productive mode of in a mere definition of metaphysical sharing. It makes obvious that the good will that is eclipsed by daily life greed is still “there”. It also reminds us that we are always capable of struggling against the axioms of financially oriented politics triggered by the male-dominated culture and the capitalist logic. It simply relies on “collective intelligence” to enlighten the corrupted visions.

“Collective Intelligence” also operates as a key concept to generate the venues of the biennial. “Egofugal” spreads out mostly to the same venues as the previous biennials, hence, the way it communicates with the venues operates in a different level. On the one hand, it utilizes the spatial memory of the venues, one the other hand it exploits their historical and cultural characteristics without touching them. It does not have any intention to cover the identities of the venues or to transform them. Neither do the venues face manipulation, nor do the works aim at being the extensions of the venues. Through the alike approach with the layered structure of Istanbul, the works become positioned among these layers along with whatever they carry. “Collective consciousness” generates the interaction between the spectator and the works. The only way to share the information which the works carry is to be equipped. The Biennial presents the development and transformation processes of the structure, language, dynamics and agents of a culture that has been produced by the overriding technologies in progress.

A lot of the works are surrounded by the relics of the machineries in the Imperial Mint as one of the main venues of the Biennial. Having been built just after the conquest of Istanbul, the Imperial Mint had developed into a centre which controlled the state politics for economics, and also followed the up-to-date technological innovations of those days. In the late 19th century, the latest technology of minting machines and devices were ordered and the major staff were recruited from Britain, and a mint similar to the one in London was set up with the new machinery. The steam engine installed here is one of the foremost in Ottoman Empire. Thus, the most significant design and the symbol of the Industrial Revolution had arrived in Istanbul long before the industry itself. The Imperial Mint had always been the focal point where technology was highly admired.

This time, the Imperial Mint is hosting an exhibition which acts parallel to its history. Works of art presented here track the traces of collective beliefs in a retrospective approach: from the optimistic “New Age Futurism” of the late 60’s and early 70’s to the opposing disaster theories which can transform this belief to a catastrophe; Via the works, the products of both technology and the politics of economy that dominates the world as such from sci-fi narrations that forecasts utopias to dystopia, to cyberpunk literature that was shaped by the man/machine integration; from the comics culture that merge the genres of suspense, horror, pornography, black humour to the culture of information technologies.

For instance, “Futuro”, the renowned ski and vacation cabin, designed by Matti Suuronen in 1968 is located in forecourt of the Imperial Mint. Recalling the New Age myth UFO, this cabin is one of the cult designs of the extensively optimistic vision of the late 60’s, which perceives the World as a spaceship travelling in the space-time continuum and the humankind as the big family of passengers on board. Another work interacts with this vision: David Noonan and Simon Trevaks reflect the anxiety for a possible accident that can be easily turned into a dreadful technologic catastrophe with their work named “99”. Chris Cunningham displays an extract from the popular culture in his shocking and terrifying videos. These videos are the mere synthesis of the narratives and image production schemes such as comics, music promos, science fiction, fantastic cinema and horror movies. They are alienated to the places they are displayed as much as the images they reflected. An alternative kind of alienation can be observed through the anime character “Ann Lee” which emerges in the works of Phillipe Parreno, Pierre Huyghe and Dominique Gonzalez-Foerster: she also indicates a specific segment in time. Without having any “memory”, Ann Lee brings in a misery almost similar to the “Blade Runner” movie character Rachel-the replica- who yearns for the reality of her fabricated past. Every single new story adds up Ann Lee’s memory, cuts her off, eventually isolates her from the surrounding world. Just as the shell metaphor of “Ghost in the Shell”, memory modules are uploaded, downloaded and are even deleted on to her awaiting image. As Ann Lee manifests “I’m not a ghost, I’m just a shell”, she does not only outline the conceptual frame of the Biennial, but also describes the correlation of the exhibition with the space.

Another venue, the Hagia Eirene Museum, is one of the first churches built up on a basilica plan in Byzantium. As the daylight concludes its domination on the interior, the works in here become much more legible. They commence their statements one to one with the spectators, offering experiences rooted on personal levels. Originating from his own body and using the discourses of the human body as the basis to his works, Magnus Wallin visualizes the fragility of the ideal human myth established in western culture. The interrelation of the geometric forms within Tomma Abst’s paintings indicate a similar conflict to the spectator who can enter this territory. The plain and sterile video of Hussein Chalayan and his designs where personal experiences are expressed through the envelope-clothings also takes place in this church. Ana Maria Tavares prepares the spectator for a solitary journey. Frédéric Bruly Bouabré assembles an alphabetical line of pictograms in which he projectes the collection vast knowledge of both material and spiritual worlds. Jan Fabre’s work awaits to be discovered by it’s spectator’s instincts, in a distant corner, Fabre forces the spectators to get involved in a collective experience where the senses are directed to be used in extraordinary ways. Hagia Eirene Museum hosts 22 artists.

Yerebatan as a basilica cistern (Sunken Palace Cistern) is a perfect match for cyber punk narratives with its historical references, architecture and mysterious atmosphere. Most of these narratives take place in dark, gloomy and multi-layered cities under the heavy rain pour like the flow of overloaded/uncontrolled information data. The greenish shallow water reflecting on the huge shining columns and on the moistened dorms with the continuous sound of the spelling of water prepares a ground for cyber punk sequences. Lee Bul’s cyborgs designs, bodiless beautiful semi-ghosts, and many screens displaying “Ghost in the Shell” covers most of the space. With all the works installed, the cistern refers to a quite rich archive such as the drawings of Masume Shirow, William Gibson’s fictions, Philip K. Dick’s replicas, city descriptions of Bruce Sterling,, Tarkovsky’s infamous movie Stalker, the film-noir atmosphere and dark designs of Blade Runner. The plot organization of “Ghost in the Shell” appears as the most dominant theme of the space. In the story, “augmented” humans wired to an Electronic net and cyber spirits are drawn to track down an uncontrollable cybernetic ghost in dystopic darkness, so as to find a memory and identity for themselves. At the end, the cybernetic ghost frees itself from the body by cloning itself infinite times.

This time the cistern operates as an “inter-zone” which is charged by Lee’s approach and imagination. Lee produces “cyborgs”. She reanimates manga and anime stereotypes with the most generic feminine poses. However, each time, these cyborgs, which erect as the sign of advanced technology, are incomplete: either they appear as one organ or a body with “lacking” organs. Lee, who merges power with vulnerability, criticizes both male-dominated discourses stimulating the popular culture and the one sided myths uplifting technology. On the other level, she codes these cyborgs as a “new mode of being” generated from the integration of two mechanisms (human and prosthesis). Just like her mutant monsters, these cyborgs give various references to the human body which forces itself to transform in order to adjust the pace of daily life. Also, these cyborgs project the effort of the body to be free from its limits as it struggles to adapt properly to the extensions of communication technologies devices and the grotesque appearances it takes as it the body tries to unite with mechanic modules. On the other side, Hinterberg’s work of “aeriology”, beneath copper wires, holds the pulse of the Cistern by gathering the resonation. The enchantment of the light reflects on the copper wires and the mood it creates gives another angle to the sci-fi atmosphere of the cistern. Meanwhile Guillermo Kuitica and Omer Ali Kazma’s works, like techno-agents, interrupt the narratives of the space.

Platform: Ottoman Bank Contemporary Art Centre introduces the exhibition “snow.noise” by Cartein Nicolai. It is rather a distinctive venue from the others. A sterile, clear gallery with a blank memory. The exhibition transforms this white gallery into a chemistry laboratory with a combination of works on the formation of snow crystals. Hence, chemical attraction, intuition formations and emotion layers are processed as subjects of an experiment.

Beylerbeyi Palace points the footing of the Biennial on Asian part of the city. Colonnades of the Palace welcomes Evgen Bavcar’s photographs, as well as Leyla Gediz’s works and Okisata Nagata’s sword. Embracing a transmission of collective sensibility and communication, Bavcar’s photographs reveals new unspoiled terrains of perception and cognition: they illustrate new spaces within the space via collective experience.

The Biennial also unveils another interzone which is constructed upon a platform defined by “sleep”. Francis Alys’s slides which imply the theme of “sleep” through a collection documenting the streets of Mexico City are projected in an atmosphere of comfort in the Imperial Mint. Watching a being asleep demands an altered state of “existence” and “non-existence”. The performance of Ma Liuming derives the spectator with an intense purity into a distinct state of conscience, in which he leaves his physical substance to the hands of the spectators. Each and every time sleep constructs its own spatial definition.

The Biennial swathes the city like a spider web throughout the locations of Tower of Leandros, Bosphorus Bridge, Turkish Bath in Çemberlitas, Maçka, Findikli, Besiktas, Tophane and Sultan Ahmet Square. It fuses into the transparent layers of the city. Istanbul appends the Biennial into the amalgamation of techno-surreal imagery, a wonderful scenery, sterile and hygienic gigantic shopping malls, night clubs with cut-and-paste decors, crowded centres, districts of the rich and the poor with anarchic street aesthetics, skyscrapers and overlapped historic references. “Egofugal” traces the hidden beauties in the city while inscribing a map for alternative ways of cognition, sensation and existence.

TREASURE HUNT

published in Regrets, Reveries and Changing Skies curated by Fulya Erdemci.(catalogue)
"Chapter 3: Treasure Hunt"
(both in English and Turkish)
september.23.2001-october.27.2001 in Karsi Sanat Calismalari, Istanbul.
ISBN 975-93621-6-3
© Karsi Sanat Calismalari, 2001.


“There is a memory of the future inside the mirror,
and memory from the past, everything meeting
in the present as a phenomenon of
existence and also the acceptance of life as it is”
Michelangelo Pistoletto*


To stop abruptly in the midst of action accelerated through adrenalin of the rush brought about by breathlessly consumed successive days. Trying to grasp the true experience. Seeking for a clear vision after being detained for a while by the vision of others. This is the starting point of everything. The moment in which everything is frozen. It is a time frame which turns out to be an adventure along with the joy to control the sightline.

Making predictions for the past rather than the future. Discovering new curves, waves, missing details, obscured secrets and concealed beauties. Dwelling in past readings with the full excitement of a treasure hunt.

How can one be sure of what really happened? To what extend is it possible to experience something without revealing its layers? How about the ones lost in memory, did they really happen? Does everyone remember the same thing? What was the whole story? Did everyone feel the same thing? How sharp can the distinction between a reality and a daydream be?

Readings of the past. Dreams. Memories. Reality. As if a hazy path to a sun-drenched texts by Proust. The odyssey becomes deeper as the blur between “reality” and imagination becomes more distinct in his writings which open both the mind and the heart of the reader. A sentence from “Regrets, Reveries, Changing Skies” activates the compass for this treasure hunt: "There is no great difference between the memory of a dream and the memory of a reality"**. Along with the memories, many paths extend to the past. Most of the time a prediction starts the journey. There is always one or more reading inscribed in all of the journeys. Each reading guides towards a reality and each reality illuminates a new path to the future. These is no anxiety of getting lost in these journeys, they change their route towards discoveries free from regrets.

Moving forward through spirals. Re-living everything over and over but each time recording it from a different angle. Finding new clues of the treasure inside details. Converting life into something legible. To be able to become surprised again.

A calculated, written past created through a distant stance taken towards life defeats and castrates life. What is being spent is an abandoned life. Everything is perceived with the vicious manner that of a small child with lost enthusiasm towards a game never played. Maybe the solution is traveling into the past, following a dream that flows towards the call of the treasure. However this call never implies an escape; these journeys go beyond the effort to change life, by operating as a “mirror” which reflects every detail about life as it is.

* Stallabrass, Julian (a quote from an interview with Michelengelo Pistoletto)
Tate: The Art Magazine. Issue No.25 2001 Summer, page 45.

** Proust, Marcel “Regrets, Reveries, Changing Skies”
Pleasures and Days. no. 3 1896; tr. 1948.

FALLING UPON A PARALLEL LIFE

published in Trans Sexual Express Barcelona 2001: A Classic for the Third Millennium, curated by Rosa Martinez. (catalogue)
on Ebru Özseçen's work.
"Falling Upon a Parallel Life"
"Ensopegant amb una vida paral-lela"
"Trapezando con una vida paralela"
(both in English, Spanish and Catalan)
june.27.2001-september.18.2001 in Centre D'art Santa Monica, Barcelona.­



Which one is the real challenge? To live an ordained life with the heaviness of its strict and predictable pattern or to try to build up a new independent life out of what remains from the struggle of that prearranged life.

Which one is easy/painless/undemanding? Which one needs more patience/endurance/ tolerance?

And how can someone compare them or tend to measure the “rectitude” of such a decision? There is no such situation of “being in between them”. It should be truly difficult even for the most probable schizophrenic mind-set to easily comfort itself to adapt and experience both situations without any blankness.

And how can someone be sure about the stability of such a decision? No matter how solid the formation of a life is, the whole ground can be distracted and shifted at any time.

It is a familiar shot from a familiar exposé of life. At first sight, veiled with a cultural shade: A young girl who is believed to be “virgin” offering herself through the legitimised fragility of the coffee cups with envelopes on a silver tray in the company of the confirming witnessing of her parents. Offering herself as a unique gift. Offering fidelity as a promise. Offering the continuation of a secure ordained life as a commitment.

The shot, sooner or later, comes into view as a collective act, which is orbiting around “offering” and now it strikes beneath its cultural coverage.

It is about a basic code inscribed in that very vision: everything has been constructed according to that code. Regardless of its origin, it is strictly and heavily there to shape an average life. It is an immense effort; preparing and to be prepared for it all throughout a lifetime. Like a common hallucination that has been believed truly without a doubt. Like an allegorical play that has been performed plentiful times. It is an old but cerebral play.

In that play, each time, the protagonist is in a hidden conflict with the rest of the manor and flat characters of the play including the spectator of the work itself. In a possible and subtle way, she is carrying inner conflict as a suppressed struggle against herself. The shot “as the identical scene”, she “as the identical subject” simply bends to the taboos with a 45 degree angle. And the spectator of the work responds to this very act by standing in front of it.

Digesting
Confirming.
Witnessing.
Experiencing.
And ignoring.

Nevertheless, ignorance never overshadows the feeling of curiosity towards the secluded corners. What is found beneath is the striking fact: a reflection of yourself on the wall and the reflection of an official governmental form for application in order to become a legal prostitute. It is placed inverted at the back of the photograph as the other side of a coin. The recognition is fair enough. Telling so many things about appearances…about common truths/lies…about decisions…concisely about life. It is not a simple case of the clash between sweet illusion and bitter reality. Nor the guilty consciousness. It is not even emotional violence. As part of life, it is so basic, so familiar, and so predictable. Still, something bizarre comes out of it.

Striking.
Irritating.
Hurting.
Questioning.
And suffocating.

Whatever the costume or the set-up, the real motive is not “to live it”, it is all about its construction. Hence, it is the very question of coping with a “decision” which has registered as the destiny of life.

OBSCURE REMINISCENCES OF THE MIND

published in Unlimited.Nl #4 curated by Vasif Kortun. (catalogue)
"On the artist and 'the works' "
"Obscure reminiscences of the Mind"
"Embeded Phases"
­on Ebru Özseçen and her works.
(in English)
january.26.2001-march.18.2001 in De Appel, Amsterdam
ISBN 90 73501547
© De Appel, Amsterdam, 2001

Something that empties the mind. Is it you?

It is a snow-like gallery in the heart of a saturated city. It is the place where the three works are in operation. It is the place where someone can feel as if falling in love at the intersection point of those strong attraction waves. The chemistry of the works slams into the eye in which the same images being reflected with a guilty pleasure. The pleasure is brusque. There is always fear to lose it; it is so strong. Are you brave enough to play it fully? The novice levels are not enough to prove your chivalrous spirit, though. You should go forward. You should face with the fact that surrounds you. Are you being armed? But still feeling insecure as if trying to control unrehearsed, loaded words of praise that slip out to ground. The magnet-like attraction through the images; feeling disturbed by being gazed while looking at them.

An acute pleasure. A sense of hysteria. Paranoid crises without experiencing the preliminary requirements understand it. Violence and aggression seem to be the only stimulant for the warped mind. Destructive.

Movements of mind swimming with the tide of the looping images. The screens are swinging; passionately operates; marble grapes shine on the tray; wooden staircases evokes the fantasies; the gracious chandelier constantly brightens and darkens; the fish net waves while dressing the old, lonely facet; the innocent boy plays with his wicked toy; the transparent feminine glass object glitters. Thousands of stories to remember, to tell, to hide and to forget.

Isolation.
Desire.
Passion.
Anxieties.
And fears.

Remembering a devoted attachment to anything. Realizing the fact that it is all about love, nothing but simply about “love”.

Just few steps ahead, it is totally assured that the session of déja-vu is in charge with its full productiveness. As if the white dust turns you on. The memories are all over your vision. The inscription of the memoir is clashing with your frustration. Facing with the engraving of the wall in synch with the inscription of your memory. Your mind is fooling around the motives of the inscription. Looping and looping; as if re-experiencing the same thing with the same responses. A motive on an old glass; it is old enough to keep the track of the deep marks of the past. The glass that felt the heath of the lips. Then the moment that you feel the glass breaks in your mouth. A semi-hallucination of the nightmares that crashes the ground while the pieces of breaking glass blinds your eye with the sparkling blue of the dress of the top girl. It is the blade in between being “the precious being” or the “worthless bitch”. It is your time to give the right designation for the one who is thoroughly in love with you. You can leave her in the bed alone or you can simply say how easily you can take a risk. But she is just a top-girl. That familiar type. Everyone knows, sometimes adores, sometime ignores. She is simply a top-girl whom you never dare to comprise her with your life. Any way, she must have learned to take the mistakes with her while eclipsing by the shadow of your cruelty. She is a total mistake by her own. So your conscious is clear and ready to consume the nearest, next another “thing”. There is always a short-term memory loss, which can make your life decent again.

Are you confident now?