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Metehan

Törer

Transobject

2020

Silkprint on fabric, ceramics on glaze with kintsugi, metal ball, ardinho motor

Diameter 140cm

Everything they touched got cursed in their house. They were in grief and agony and could no longer recognize themselves. They were confused. It was not the depression. It was an evil done. They lost all their values as all of them were destroyed one by one. The silhouette of the body they defined in this world disappeared. The touching felt different as it was a different costume.


They surrendered to that child without a silhouette in the dark. Only their fears remained in this body rather than happiness. They wanted to destroy themselves, and they eventually succeeded! They had to start over. They had already erased everything from their life. They burned their most loved ones one by one until they could not remember any of the memories. They had no past anymore! They had fallen into the depths of hell from the top!

They were in another place, a world where destroyed lives were reborn! They were tired of convincing themselves that everything was alright, anyhow. Perhaps, the important thing was to experience this hellish suffering. They were trapped in this vicious cycle straightaway to understand the value of their dissatisfied life more and to worsen their endless cycle. It was worse than agony. They finally found themselves trapped in their hell. They had surrendered themselves to the arms of the darkness. They possessed the body of the new world, destroyed all the good in their soul until there was nothing left of them.

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