Istanbul Contemporary aka today we are saturday, all day...

Saturday, I wanted go and have me some bagels. The only place that makes and sells bagel in Turkey is Tribeca. We chose their Nişantaşı branch so we could easily go to Istanbul Contemporary. Martin has been distributing THAT magazine there for the past 2 days and he got me a press pass, yay! very executive. 

So I went, I saw, I was amazed and now I share. I had a similar experience many many years ago in Paris at Pompidou Museum. And I am delighted to have it again: being over stimulied by the amazing art.

Daniele Buetti

David Rodrigues Caballero

Diedrick Kraaijeveld

Emin Çizenel. Candle soot on canvas. 

Ivan Navarro

Johan van Mullern.
His website is not up yet. Wiki will have to do, for now.

Juan Genoves.
This is one of those pieces you need to see in person to appreciate.

Marc Harrold

Mehmet Ali Uysal. Another work I'd like on my walls. Very genius, very very. 

Michael Kmoth

Murat Pulat. Pixel art is the new black!

Mustafa Özbakır.
Now this is a piece I'd like to own. It is quite big though. I am not sure I have enough walls.

Özlem Günyol / Mustafa Kunt.
Neither the neon on the reflection nor the girl taking the picture belong to the piece.

Rouben Gregorian

Sabire Susuz 

Seo Young Deok. Is it because I love bicycles or because it is just nice?

Stephane Lallemand

Unknown.. by me... I mean I am sure someone knows who did this piece, just not me.

Unknown,
means I don't know,
means I did not check or find the tag for the artwork.

Uknown

Unknown. I just love neon work for some reason.

Uknown

Unknown. Could not find its tag. Nice though. Very big piece, bigger than me.

Can Ertaş

Gül Ilgaz

Hüseyin Bahri Alptekin

Mustafa Karyağdı

Servet Koçyiğit.
Martin sees this piece and tells me: You can do something like this too!
Funny Mister, very funny.

Tuğberk Selçuk

Unknown. I could not find the tag for this piece. Sorry 

Abraham David Christian. Horrible website but the work is worth checking.

Rada Boukova

Andy Denzler. These are not even some of his best pieces!!!

Visual Stimuli 28.11.2012

This is my pledge to credit every artist and piece of art I come across in this huge pool of interwebs. It is quite common to get lost or lose track of who is who and who's done what. Art pieces become public domain and artists just plain public. This is my pledge to appreciate every artist that I find inspirational. It is a lot of work, tracking down every bit of image and finding their owners and linking them but I think it's worth it.

Pharilapche peak. Nepal, Himalayas, Everest region, reflaction of the Pharilapche peak (6,073 m) in the Gokyo lake (4,750 m), 2011 | 1/50 sec, f/7.1, ISO 320, FL 24 mm

James Edward Kelly (born February 14, 1960) is a former American football quarterback in the NFL for theBuffalo Bills and in the USFL for the Houston Gamblers. Cool cat if yo ask me.

Pierre Bismuth

Johannes Vermeer's Girl With The Pearl Earring’s Facebook Profile Pic by Mitchell Grafton

Stephanie Jung

Continental Steel logo

Pop Pop Bang Bang Project by Thomas Brown and Anna burns 

Installation by Sébastien Preschoux, Photos by  Ludovic Le Couster & Sébastien Preschoux

Shaul Cohen

Diego Guevara Architecture Photography

Yaroslav Belousov. Not the bestest of portfolios for sure,
but this one image is quite successful.

Tilda Swinton, photographed by Tim Walker, styled by Jacob Kjeldgaard for W Magazine

Comme des Garcons SHIRT SS10 Campaign

in love in Dreamland

I had a very nice dream last night. Everything took place in that nice thick cloud accustomed to dreamland. I felt being covered in that cloud and it felt like womb. I felt safe and so happy. Everything that happened in the dream was happy and the cloud extended the feeling to all of my limbs and nerves.

I saw some Polaroids I took on some wall. I remember saying: "huh, these are my Polaroids." Wondering how can someone could have gotten hold of them. And even hung them on a wall for exhibition-like purposes. They were not even particularly good. They were just random Polaroids. I mean, I know Polaroids are special and all but one needs to be a little bit more selective, I remember thinking, when it comes to hanging them on a wall like that. But it looked like people enjoyed them. 

The place reminded me of the cave: the lab in the photography building. I used to work there in college. I spent more than half of my time at the basement floor of Bergen Hall, where I developed and printed my photographs and also checked out items for other students. 

So the place in my dream was a reminiscent of cave, but not entirely. As I was looking through my Polaroids, some guy took one and said he loved it, he wanted to buy it. I could feel his immense admiration yet to me the Polaroid was severely mediocre. So I told him he could have it. All that time I was not exactly looking at him, my eyes still on the Polaroids. Then I turned my head to him as he said a very sincere thank you and there I was in love. 

These things happen like that. You turn around and you are in love. I could feel the same in him as well. He was as surprised as me and delighted. I started to tell him how he could actually make a Polaroid emulsion lift with that particular Polaroid and that would make it look so much cooler and I proceeded to tell him how to do it. I was just trying to elongate my stay around him. I was aware of that so was he. And we both were enveloped in this unspoken truth enjoying every moment. Then both him and I got called away. I don't exactly remember how it all came down to but I remember myself walking down the 34th street going to my first NY apartment on 34th and 10th ave feeling the joyful butterflies in my stomach, savoring the balmy taste in my mouth. I was not thinking would I ever see him again. I was enveloped in that dreamland cloud, safe and happy. Then I remember some other guy walking beside me. He was a friend of his. He was telling me how he was in to me but he did not know how to approach and  afraid that I would hate his name. I remember kid telling me the name and I remember thinking it to be a very ordinary name, nothing to hate. I assured the friend the name was fine, it was more than fine. "OK then" he said and as I reached my apartment building he disappeared in to the dreamland cloud.

I saw, from the corner of my eye, that there was a letter in our letterbox. I picked it up and realized that it was from him. How was that possible? How did he know where I lived and bring the letter before I arrived. While in the dreamland cloud you need to take things for granted, not too much questioning. I know in dreamland you cannot read, the letters never stay put, they jumble around. But I remember the letter inviting me to dinner tonight. Meet me there kind of thing. Most romantic. I am not so romantic, but this was on the spot. But then I felt there was something holding me back. As I entered the apartment, Martin told me we would miss our flight. I then understood what was holding me back: I was leaving the country for Turkey, never to come back. He told me there was a big traffic jam and we wouldn't make it on time. We could try though. But we might not make it. Around that time I remember slowly waking up. As the dreamland cloud opened up and sharp dew of reality slowly covered me, I remember deciding to screw the flight and go to the dinner with the guy I fell in love with.

As I became completely awake I savored the beautiful feeling of "being mutually in love" which I am not sure if  I ever experienced in the sharp dew of reality. Alas, I now know how it feels, at least. Happy.

Visual Stimuli

Made out of straws...

by Lindsey Kustusch. Just bought a painting by her. Not this one though :)