Pantograph

AGENDA:
The order of the day became Holyness nearly century after the emergence of the "individual"who read the newspapers instead of holy book every morning upon waking. Today, this agenda is the master of our minds. My memory and I, whistle to eachother while looking into our master's eyes.

PANTOGRAPHY:
There was somebody who took our black-white photopraphs from our house, then would bring them back enlarged and colorized. I think the name of this method was "manual enlargement".
We did everything we could to escape from manierisms fearsome ghost!
"A moment" which left a mark in the memory, can come out all of a sudden in another "moment".
The guy who enlarged and colorized the photographs was a kind of pantograph.
While preparing for this show, I wanted to be a pantograph too.

THE SOVIET UNION:
The collapsed Soviets, are just like "The Invisible Cities" of Calvino; the only difference is that they stand nakedly before us.
This country never turned into a 'wreck', with only its tragedy for company.
This 'project' doesn't refer to a dynasty, geographical or ethnical concern and seems to belong more to the future more than to the past.
It is no where near 'up-to-date'!

TRASH AND BOB ROSS:
Today, our mind is a trashcan of images. In this case, I would like to be a good trash collector; an ecologist who is so good that he can't see himself from another ecologist's eyes, a painter so good that he can't be an artist.
From now on, while painting in regards to your own personal history with outmoded painting methods, it's a huge possibility that you may be transmuted into "SearchingForaPearlinaPieceofShitBobRoss"!
Within the trash heap of art, bad smells may permeate you.
Within all likelihood, the more we smell bad, the better it is.

Şevket Sönmez, 2009 Fındıklı