The sorrow beneath life is like the loneliness behind a wet voice

Art magazine, May 1 1993

“The sorrow beneath life is like the loneliness behind a wet voice”

These lines reflect all times. It’s not known where sorrow came from. It’s not understood how it got stuck to life. A sleet inside us; sometimes recalling death, sometimes love – to tell the truth “I paint pictures to satisfy my soul”. My soul which I couldn’t satisfy with sports, travelling and even alcohol. While I’m painting, I live a unique fantasy, an inexplicable adventure. Sometimes I’m flying under the rainbow and sometimes over it. Sometimes I’m collecting wheat grains for ants, and sometimes I’m fighting till death. When the melancholy that night brings ends, I’m sleeping on my quilt, like a victorius exhausted warrior. Sometimes with my clothes on. The first thing I do in the morning is to see in daylight what I accomplished at night. This time a new adventure is beginning. That’s how I escape from people deceiving each other, lies, cheating and injustice. Isn’t there a place where everyone escapes? This is the only way I can have harmony with my inner world and the outside world.

I don’t follow any rules, eras, or people in my paintings. I want the innocence of a child to rule my paintings. But unfortunately, the rules in our mind direct us. In this respect, my art is directed by color and shape relationships. I don’t want people to thnik that there are similarities between my paintings. I am not worried about to look for wholeness in my exhibitions, but still there is an unavoidable similarity in the theme: “WOMAN” I think this a referance to all women, a unique love and a critical view at the same time.

I have no limitations in my colors. ı use which ever color I want to use, regardless of its harmony with another. I know this very well that in the strength and purity we get from nature everybody can find this harmony.

With the joy of meeting at further exhibitions,