...
space - media - space - media - space- media - space ...
the
relation of this two items is the magic of our day
beyond
the 'media' is the 'space'
in
the 'space' is the 'media'
time
carries both to eachother, into eachother, upto an evolution
and
we...
we
are
the
thread which make this texture live
the
reasons and the results
the
motivation and the brake
the
pull and the push
the
development and the fall
for
every new ring which hangs up to the chain
chain
of
...
space - media - space - media - space ...
my
video work 'ex per I-Ment: FIVE SPACES'
is
an essay (deneme)
a
subjectiv touch in this chain
a
walk
just
as me
as
'ninel'
through
this architecture
which
made seduced me
i
let me fall in to this spaces
spaces
which were built of videos
videos
of different edges of the world
with
their own medium in declerations
and
me
i
just had the desire
to
hang me up to this chain
transport
my
thougts, my feelings, and my perceptions
that
what i want to say for these spaces
to
the next media
and
this i called
ex
per I-Ment: FIVE SPACES
one
of this spaces
which
i called '#3'
the
videoinstellation of shirin neshat
tauched
(!) me deep
so
i want to take part in this competition with this video of mine which
i produced about this space
(i
don't want to reach you the whole booklet which i prepered for this
project, where you could find for many questions the answers, because
i am sure that demanding this were not be realistic. but short about
...)
#3
this
is the room of polarity:
white
& black
man
& woman
voice
& cry
live
& live(!)
man
sings a religios song
religiosity
is in this case a high developed situation
die
auseinendersetzung mit den eigenen seins
he
has audiances
men
in white
i
like this song
i
can feel it very close
maybe
because of my origin
but
at the opposite site there is a black (gestalt)
the
sense is saying that this is the woman
...
how
is it possible to sing such a beautiful song when there is at the
other hand something in black
can
this level be reached without the part of the women
i
am sceptish
i
don't believe in his song, in his act and in his honesty
i
eleminate his white shirt which is the symbol of purity
i
eleminate his face
i
zoom to his mouth
that
song doesn't really belong to him
this
may be my subjectiv decition
but
this is my film
the
woman is there
alone
is
she really alone in this way of being and living
there
has to be other
there
is an other one who gets into the cadrage
and
an other...
with
overlapping
i
want to decrease the number of woman
with
overlapping
i
also want to decrease the affect of turbulant
in
which the woman has to be
she
is not alone
being
not alone may make her stronger
being
alot is also the importance of the problem
i
dance what i hear
i
dance the cry of the soul for
whom
the body becomes crambed
i
dance the situation of the women
which
couldn't get the opertunity
to
have the freedom to develop theirselves
who
searches for the hand of the otherside
i
dance the question of being black
is
it the black which covers the woman
is
it the black which penetrates into her
she
is there when he sings
even
if she opens herself into the depth of herself
he
looks when she sings
a
look which has the interest
not
more than the space in which he moves himself
#1
The
work of Dan Mihaltianu is a room of 'lonelyness'.
It
begins and ends without sound.
The
moments in life wich have no voice.
Flickering
accompanies the whole film.
This
shall define and present
the
basic feeling of this room.
The
symbol of 'unrest' which will calm down during the film.
He
is oppressed.
This
oppression causes him to live in an uncertain position.
The
future
like
the past
is
in silence.
does
not offer dreams
no
intimate wisches.
Also
he is silent.
He
has nothing to say.
He
is in this silent exhaustet.
He
moves hardly.
And
if,
then
very slowly,
jerkily
and
chopped.
His
perception is not flowing.
is
rather fragmentary.
His
perception focuses on objects,
and
is blocked on them.
He
lives the feeling cold,
But
doesn't even feel this.
He
doesn't have a warmness in the form of hope.
Therefor
he is not be able to cry.
It
is as, the moment of present is the only and eternal.
He
is not really in this space imprisoned,
but
somehow is his soul
in
the halftrue security imprisoned.
Just
the window
is
the ' opening '
of
this room to the world.
And
the radio,
which
accompanies its everyday life.
This
is his communication with his own live.
And
for more.
he
doesn't have the strength.
#2
I
am sure that most of you know the feeling
of
desire to sing in some special spaces.
Even
if we don't often allow ourselves,
I
do believe that everyone has this feeling.
In
a cathedral,
in
the forest
during
a walk,
on
the roof of a skyscreaper,
in
the office when you are the last person,
when
the wind snatches the voice away from the mouth
in
a building where the sounds you produce are modified with an echo
in
a latenight when the street of a city are getting the flair of a
private stage...
etc..
But
usually,when you are alone.
I
get this feeling very often,
When
i am inbetween of person who speak a foreign language,
A
language of which i can understand not a word.
And
which the melodie of the language
Is
able to carry me to foreign geographies.
When
I occurred the video work 'into the sun' of Doug Aitken,
I
felt myself like a tourist in a foreign country
And
was looking around in a floating way.
My
perceptions like the shootings lost the gravity
I
let myself singing into the way I was feeling.
#4
future
hygen hurts alone
this
is the space which made me hear every step of my resoles
I
was mute.
I
was alone
and
it was cold
I
hear my resoles
I
was looking for...
I
was searching
I
was several times one into one another imprisoned
in
a closer space which is covered of an other
in
a confine in this space
In
my own turn
There
were persons,
who
are somehow very far
even
if they were smiling
everything
were somehow strange
nevertheless,
I was in the middle of that.
I
approached to the displays
They
pushed me off
So
I continued going on searching.
everything
was hygen
too
hygen
the
sounds
the
pictures
everything
smelless
everything
hard
I
had to think of future
it
was black
black
like white
According
to my opinion is the guide of camera
that
what shows the essenz of this space.
The
Lost of the safe spacefeeling.
The
tone accompanies the search for the 'safe' in the far.
Trough
the white
Into
the
nothing
nothing
nothing
widening
behind it...
#5
Türlü
That
is a court in Turkey,
which
alot of vegetables are cooked together.
When
I occurred the space of Marcel Odenbach,
I
had the feeling of Türlü.
Everything
which were
into
one another
and
one above the other interlaced was about Rythm.
Rythm
of Africa.
Rythm
of the black in the colonial age,
Rhytm
of the black in the present,
Rythm
in the MTV,
Rythm
which this culture causes in me.
Rhtym
as characters of this culture
which
presents itself to the whole world
and
releases
an oscillation.
that's
it.
thank
you for your interest
sincerely
by
the way:
i
made this work at university of stuttgart, architecture faculty
without
directly asking for permission from shirin neshat
i
don't know how it work with competitions
may
be i should ask as soon as possibble.
ME
’who
am i’
is
this a question
or
the answer itself
are
not very often the answers
in
the questions hidden.
am
i ‘ninel’
because
my father wanted me to call in this way
or
‘cam’
because
my family has this three letters as name
am
i really getting every 365 days a year older
am
i architect
because
i made the classes
in
a discipline which is called Fakulty of Architecture
am
i a woman
because
my body suits this gender
am
i intellectuel developed
because
i know how to act to get this etticet
am
i the media in the big space called the world
or
just a medium in the world of media
where
begins the abstract world
where
has the material come to the end
i
lost the question
'who
am I?'
in
one of them
and
found the answer
'who
am I.'
in
the other.
i
defined me in reality,
lost
it in the virtual.
defined
myself in virtuality and lost it in real.
let's
forget me
and
see
my questions.
may
be this is the best way
to
see.