Video of my Theatro Florae installations at the Gumusluk Academy. Soundtrack Zeb Sufism, remixed by me.
I was fortunate enough to be an artist in residence at the Gumusluk Academy in May 2009, a “thought farm” located in a small fishing village on the Bodrum peninsula in Turkey. While there, I constructed a number of installations with local flowers, vegetation, and found objects on the Academy grounds and around the area. For more information on this project, see my page here.
To read more about my time in Gumusluk, click here and go to the May 2009 blog archives.
This video documents a site-specific installation and performance of Nevruz Burning, a piece created for the Spring Equinox in a ruined cave house while I was an Artist in Residence at the Babayan Culture House in Ibrahimpasa, Cappadocia, Turkey. For more information on the piece, click on my blog link.
I have made a video collage documenting some of my site-specific installations in ruined cave houses in the village of Ibrahimpasa, Cappadocia, Turkey, made in March 2009 while an artist in residence at the Babayan Culture House. For more information on this project, click here.
To see the catalogue documenting my projects in Cappadoccia, click here.
Last night, in front of the Queen Anne’s Lace piece I hung up the two large photographs bound for Cracow in a few days. I had originally intended to hang these from a clothesline in either the ruined house at the top of the hill or, possibly, one of the ruined windmills. However, when I was downstairs in the studio in the morning unpacking my tube, I noticed the two trees standing just outside with the town panorama in the background and thought that it might work to install them there. I put up the string but when I tried to affix one of the prints, the wind was just too strong; rather than ripple gently in the breeze, the print was swung violently up in the air so I decided against it. Instead, I grabbed two more wooden easels, set them up on either side of the still life, and hung the two photographs from the line strung between them. I was interested in seeing how they would look in the candlelight. I also decided that I would perform some calisthenics in front of them to see what these movements would look like captured on film. I liked the shadows created by the movements of my arms, legs and hair and the way that my moving body became translucent when photographed in front of the still objects, all except my feet.
Saturday – market day in Turgutreis. After breakfast with Seray, I grabbed my bike and rode up the hill towards the gumbet – disused cistern – at the top of the hill and took the opportunity to take a few pictures of my little Styrofoam lily pad koreks, still floating around on the water along with the discarded pop and water bottles and other assorted junk. Whitewashed the last time I’d seen it, between now and then the cistern has been spray painted with graffiti once again. I rode up and over the hill behind the Academy, pausing briefly at the top to take a few pictures of the ten day vacation homes, so named because they’re owned by foreigners who only use them ten days a year. Other than that, they stand vacant.
Earlier this week, I received an email from the President of the Cracow International Print Triennial informing me that my works had qualified to the Phase 2 of selection of the International Print Triennial Krakow 2009. The deadline for submission is June 15 – not very far away – and so I needed to get my work printed so it can be sent off tout suite. Asking around the market area for large format printing, a restaurateur took me to a tiny stationery and art supplies shop which, lo and behold, had a large format printer. Amazingly, I had my flash drive in my purse with two of the images on it (this without any planning at all on my part) – what are the chances of that, I thought to myself. Anyway, I watched and waited as the guy and his helper printed out my pictures in between helping what seemed like a million people with photocopy jobs. With my two rolled prints in hand, I then hunted around for a big plastic tube, finally finding one at a hardware store. I inserted the prints into the tube, taped up the ends with plastic and strapped the whole thing to my bike’s crossbar with two luggage straps bought at the dollar store. Because the tube is quite big around, it was difficult to ride since my left knee was pointed out at an awkward angle. Anyway, I managed to make my way out of town back along the main road and decided to stop at the Kadikalesi beach for a break. After enjoying some time at the Kekik Beach Bar in Kadikalesi, I rearranged my tube on my handlebars and pedaled back along the main drag.
Yesterday, I hopped on my bike, intending to retrieve my korek from the beach. When I got down there, though, I saw immediately that someone else had removed them for me – they were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps someone took a fancy to them and carried them off home – I hope so, rather that than have them end up in the garbage or burned. I stopped for a beer and a mixed toast at the Club Gumusluk restaurant and bar on the beach and shared my sausage and cheese sandwich with a pregnant cat who had a tiny triangular face and a largish belly. I am a sucker for Turkish cats. On the way back, I acquired more korek stalks from the hillside to replace those lost and some stalks of Queen Anne’s lace with which I will compose a still life assemblage later.
Over the past few days I have painted ten thin banners of translucent tracing paper in different colours to more or less match my painted korek stalks. I was thinking about hanging them up in a tetractys configuration behind an installation of korek, and then later making them into lamp shades to put around my tea light candles. I installed them in the studio on three pieces of string stretched between two easels, on either side of a still life of Queen Anne’s lace, two hands, a silver tea pot, korek heads and candles on the wooden table. On the floor in front of the table I placed the final two banners on either side of a pedestal with a still life of red and pink sardunya and jasmine flowers; on these banners I placed 6 glasses with silver korek heads resting in water and 6 small candles. I enjoyed the shadows cast by the plants on the wall and ceiling of the studio; these shadows moved and changed as the candles flickered and the water in the glasses trembled.
After having suspended the korek from a clothesline near the pond, the next day I placed them in the trees around one of Eyip’s figurative sculptures near the entrance to the Academy. I enjoyed seeing their bright colours against the pearly whiteness of the sculpture and also the shadows of the stalks as they fell across the figure. Since the ground around the Academy is rock-hard and pretty much impossible to dig into, I had decided last night that I would install the korek on the beach somehow, since the sand would be easier to work with. I gathered up my 6 smaller korek stalks, put them in a large blue garbage bag, hung my mannequin-hand bag over my handlebars, jumped on my bike and headed down to Gumusluk beach.
I first set up my small assemblage on the base of the abstracted figurative sculpture in the middle of the beach next to the cemented-over house. Then, spying two nice feathery trees in the sand a few meters away, I decided to move them there. I hung the red and gold tablecloth from one of the trees with string, then planted the six korek stalks and the two hands holding crepe paper ribbons in the sand around that tree. It was very windy and the ribbons blew briskly in the breeze. Seeing the coloured stalks standing around the slim white-painted tree trunk amused me and I lay on the sand for a while next to it. The sun was very warm and I watched two wind surfers struggle with the wind and try to zip across the bay on their boards. Since it was really too windy to try to ride back with my big bag of korek flapping into the bike tires, I simply left them planted there on the beach.
I have been painting dried korek stalks for a while now, big ones and small ones, long ones and short ones. I had imagined placing them in various locations and photographing them so today I gave that a shot. Unfortunately, the weather was hot and muggy and somewhat overcast, not too auspicious for photography. I had wanted to see what the painted stalks looked like against the blue sky and the background of the valley so I arranged them along my terrace wall, pressed against the cement by a disused, rickety wooden sun lounger. I also visualized seeing them suspended, somehow. In order to try this out, I ran a length of string from a tree to a cement post in front of the pond next to the amphitheatre. I then attached the 14 stalks with smaller bits of string to this clothes-line-like apparatus. As mentioned, the weather conditions were not optimum but I did like the way they looked suspended beside the pool with the valley in the background. I will leave them hanging overnight and hope that it will neither rain nor be too windy and that they will still be suspended there tomorrow.
After having photographed my assemblage in the studio, I was curious to see what the objects would look like in full sun. I packed them up and brought them up to the terrace outside my room where i set them up on the table and ledge outside my door. I enjoyed the way the silver shone in the sunlight, particularly the small korek stalk.
Later in the evening, I moved the table to a different location, added my chair, and rearranged the items, photographing them against the backdrop of the valley and town below as evening fell.
The next morning, since I had packed everything in bags for transport anyway, I decided to set off on my bicycle for the 450 year old Byzantine church in Kadikalesi. I loaded myself down with all the gear required for a small shrine to be erected in that ruin of a church, my backpack on the back and two bags full hanging from the handlebars and banging into the front wheel as I pedaled, the wind not being as congenial as the other day when I rode laden. As usual, there was no one in the church and no one seemed at all interested in what I was doing – all the Armonia Holiday Village and Spa guests were lying prone poolside.
I decided to use one of the two niches left sort of intact to the left of what would have been the altar. The remains of tea light candles could be seen in this niche, as well as the one next to it and another little hole in the south wall. Also, little piles of rocks testified to small campfires in the near or distant past. I set up my little assemblage, watched the small candle flames gutter and the crepe paper ribbons flutter in the breeze, then packed it all up again and rolled back down the hill to the beach at Kadikalesi.