Kenan Türkmen
14.10. - 01.11.2009
Smell of Bread, oil on canvas, 50x100cm, 2008
Maybe someone will stand on the ocean shore and watch the waves. And maybe after will take a pebble laying on the ground to throw it into the water. Maybe he/she will stare at the moveless stone for a while. As for him/her the stone is inanimate.The pebble will just stay there forever, unless someone or something touches it. In fact the stone knows, as well as we all know, how big effort are making thousands pieces in order to keep it moveless, but it just does not think. And even if we were pebbles, it is not easy to exist.
We perish every moment in order to exist. And after we reoccur. Only our names stay constant.Our names are a stone, or something else. Our names are holding in all qualifications and so they are just standing by the sea shore that way, until someone comes and throws them. But in fact they are in a movement, in a very big movement. In order to be able to exist at the very next moment they perish and then reoccur. Sometimes they look the same. Sometimes they seem diversified, broken or frayed. Sometimes are unseen, because they may be thrown into the waters by someone.
