the biggest news of this week was definitely the exhibition at OtonomArt. after
~50 hours of work, it was so exciting to put Syzygy on display. it was also
thrilling to see my name as the artist on the label.
i’m glad i photographed the sculpture after every session so i could see the
gradual process. now, looking back, i find it eerie to look at the
first photos. i created this thing from mud with my bare hands!
Last weekend was so busy that I couldn’t find an hour to sit and write a few
paragraphs. Yesterday, we had a Mother’s Day dinner with my in-laws (where
did the morning go? who knows!). On Saturday, I watched my first ever American
football game. My hometown team, the Halcyons, was playing against the ITU
Hornets. Unfortunately we got our asses kicked by the Hornets, but it was fun
either way!
Contemporary art is often criticized for being extravagant, farfetched or
nonsensical. You might think of the paintings and movies of David Lynch,
sculptures of Miquel Barceló or even the banana (Comedian) of Maurizio Cattelan.
They are definitely strange and hard to interpret, and in Cattelan’s case, give
the finger to Art as an institutional practice. I have no problems with this
kind of art. I don’t think the artist owes me any meaning. Even if the artwork
seems straightforward, it is still too easy to misinterpret. My sculpting tutor
made a sculpture of an anorexic girl with a VERY visible vagina and still,
people keep thinking it’s a male…
I charged my car battery! This might sound unimportant to you, but it was a
big deal for me. My father was a handyman and I helped him a lot on different
projects throughout my childhood. So in theory I have a good grasp of how to use
tools. But it was not enough. One also needs to be willing to do this kind of
stuff, which I was not. My experiences of doing projects at home with my father
primarily taught me that a project never goes according to plan. There are
always edge cases that lead you away from the happy path, and it’s always easier
to hire someone else to be responsible for them. But more and more I feel like
the immortal insight of Ozan Akyol, a Turkish comedian, is spot on: “You call an
expert. They come and you immediately realize that they’re just another guy.”
I was in Antalya, Turkey for the company offsite last week. This is a reflection on the past week. photo dump.
The worst type of leader is the one who needs to be the leader. The second worst
type is the one who just can’t accept that they are the leader.
I’m a leader. Writing this fills me with dread because it sounds megalomaniacal
to my ears. However, it’s true. I am a leader. I’ve been a leader for some
time—I’ve been the technical lead of my team for the last three years. Although
they had been calling me that for some time, I think I never really assumed
it. I always treated it like a symbolic title that they needed to give me not
because I deserved it but because conditions demanded it. Somebody had to fill
the void, and no one else was going to.
I’m writing this in haste before packing my laptop for travel. This will be a short one.
The bust is finished! I’m calling it “Syzygy”.
We finished A Knight of Seven Kingdoms. I loved it!
We started watching the new season of The Boys.
I talked about my recent inability to read in analysis. Unsurprisingly, I started reading again. I’ll probably finish the current read tomorrow on the plane.
After 2 weeks of hiatus I was finally in the atelier again to work on my
sculpture. I think the bust is coming to an end. I feel the resistance to
continue working on it. One part of me says “I’m bored of this, I want to work
on something new,” while another part says “this is 80% finished and I know the
last 20% is the hardest part.” I honestly don’t know what to do. Anyway this is
how it looks right now:
If you think that it looks odd, it was intentional. It’s a bust, half female and half male.
We were watching Pluribus for the last 10 days and finished the first season
today. I have mixed feelings about the show. I especially found the first few
episodes hard to watch because I couldn’t stand Carol. It got easier towards
the end of the season but I can’t say that I loved the show. Nevertheless, it
was an interesting watch. I especially liked the depiction of the collective
power that humans possess. It’s eerie to think about the connection between our
individuality and the problem of coordinating with others. I read a
take
(Turkish) that said the show is trying to teach communism to American masses
but I disagree. Although the world becomes communist in a few hours after
everyone gets “infected,” Pluribus’ virus is not of communism but McLuhan’s. It
turns the world into the global village: