Bazen delirmeye ne kadar çok yaklaştığınızı düşünüyor musunuz? Üzüntü, öfke, çaresizlik, umutsuzluk bir anda içinize dolduğunda aklınızın toplanıp başka diyarlara göçmeye hazır olduğunu farkediyor musunuz? Bu kalp kırıklığından kurtulmanın tek çaresi aklımı yitirmek diyor musunuz? Ben tam o noktadayım işte. Dile kolay 120 insan öldürüldü. Uzaktan sadece bir rakam ama her biri ayrı işte, 120 ayrı hayat demek. Fotoğraflarını görünce inanıyorum, onca aydınlık yüz, artık yoklar. Sevenleri, sevdikleri ne yapar bundan sonra? Unutmanın coğrafyasındayız, peki yakınları bunu nasıl unutsun?
Kendimi avutmak için yine ellerime döndüm. Bir baktım ki kalpler var elimde...
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Do you ever think how close you are to going mad? When sadness, rage, despair, hopelessness fill inside you all of a sudden, do you realize that your mind is ready to migrate to far away lands? Do you tell yourself that the only way to get rid of this heart break is to lose your mind? I am right at this point. It is easy to tell 120 people had been killed by a bomb in a peace rally in Ankara. From afar it is just a number but all of them are different, 120 separate lives. I believe when i see their photos, so many bright faces, they don't exist anymore. What will their beloved ones, the people who love them will do? We are in the geography of forgetting, then how will their beloved ones forget?
I turn back to my hands again to sooth myself. And i realize i have hearts in my hands...
yitip giden canlar için...10 Ekim 2015
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for the souls we have lost...10 October 2015
Yıllar önce bombalı bir saldırıda hayatını kaybeden Onat Kutlar'ın "Turgut'a" şiirinden...
"Düşünüyorum nasıl budandık bahara ulaşmak için.
Şimdi sessiz duruyoruz kıyısında bir düşüncenin
unutmamak için çünkü unutuşun kolay ülkesindeyiz
ölü balıklar geçiyor kırışık bir deniz sofrasından
ve ellerinde fenerlerle benim arkadaşlarım
durmadan düşünüyorum ne kadar çok öldük yaşamak için."
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From "Turgut'a" poem by the poet Onat Kutlar, who lost his life after a bomb attack years ago...
"I think how much we have been pruned to reach the spring.
Now we stand silently by the coast of a thought
not to forget because we are in the land of easily forgetting
dead fishes pass by the table of a crinkled sea
and my friends with lanterns in their hands
i constantly think how much we have died to live."
ölü balıklar geçiyor kırışık bir deniz sofrasından
ve ellerinde fenerlerle benim arkadaşlarım
durmadan düşünüyorum ne kadar çok öldük yaşamak için."
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From "Turgut'a" poem by the poet Onat Kutlar, who lost his life after a bomb attack years ago...
"I think how much we have been pruned to reach the spring.
Now we stand silently by the coast of a thought
not to forget because we are in the land of easily forgetting
dead fishes pass by the table of a crinkled sea
and my friends with lanterns in their hands
i constantly think how much we have died to live."
Beautifully written! ♥
YanıtlaSilThank you Hanna.
Sil<3. . I'm popping in from Creative Every Day and just trying to get the hang of this blogging thing. ;)
YanıtlaSilThank you for visiting Dea.
SilMy head is spinning, my heart aching for all the strife in our world at this time. Watching the TV news is anxiety provoking. Living in or near the areas in question has to be incredibly stressful. The fact that you could create such lovely art hearts in the midst of it all is commendable! Wishing you and the world Peace!
YanıtlaSilThank you Lynn for the good wishes. Art helps me in many ways.
SilYou have a kind and caring heart ... good that you can find peace in your artwork.
YanıtlaSilAndrea @ From The Sol
Thank you Andrea. My art journal is my safe place.
Silwhat a beautiful tribute and thoughtful post. Yes, each one matters.
YanıtlaSilThank you Linda for your kind words. Sometimes the world seems too real with all this violence. Maybe we need more sweet dreams.
SilOh how fun! I love hand carved stamps!
YanıtlaSilThank you Nancy. I try to hand carve my stamps all the time.
SilHearts are a universal symbol of love. Your beautiful creations make a difference. They share the love you feel and spread it out into the world. Beautifully done.
YanıtlaSilThank you Marji. I believe art heals us.
SilWhat a tragic thing, terribly sad! And yet, the hearts bring hope in your art.
YanıtlaSilHope is the thing that keeps us living...
SilHello! I'm touched by your words... All those lives taken away because of madness. I think about those 120 lives that burst away... I'm still haunted by the dead angel baby of the shore and all the others that have drawn too... I live in Belgium and there's so much of those poor people seeking for a better life... I understand you so much even if I am far away. Expressing through art help me to stay balance. I think I would go crazy without it. Your words touched me. My heart is with you.
YanıtlaSilThank you Aurélie.This is very kind of you.Art balances me, too. That is why i keep coming back to my paints.
SilAh, how creative you are! This is beautiful. Hope is the greatest of things, dear one.
YanıtlaSilThank you Beth.
SilThere is nothing you can do about the tragedy of the world. So Create with love as you have done here.
YanıtlaSilNicole/Beadwright
Thank you Nicole.
Sil