FACES ON KNEES. part 1.
Stepped outside of the great mass of metal that transports bodies by moving in a tunnel. The stairs that goes up on behalf o me, were not working. So I chose the manual way of vertical displacement. As I was stepping upwards in between the short, metal walls of the escalators, I felt the liminality. I shouldn’t have been hearing my own subtle footsteps, let alone the high-pitched buzz of the fluorescent lights bleeding through my earphones. The rays of white lights were offering me a cold hug as I was going towards the end of the stairs.
I started to film my point of view because I believed that the moment was too interesting to only be witnessed by me, once. Then a face appeared inside of the white lights. I panicked , thinking that the person might feel uncomfortable thinking that I was filming him, then accidentally zoomed into his face. At first I was irritated because the whole point was being alone in a huge station. But then, I watched the video, zoomed into the pixellated face and recognized it. When I was a child, I had seen the face on a knee before. On a knee of someone close. Maybe a relative. It must have been a hot day because it is not a common thing to see knees in cold weather.
Bilinç Akışım: Ağustos
1) küçükken istiridyelerin kum yuttuğunda inciye dönüştürdüklerini öğrenmiştim ve ben de yeterince kum yutarsam inci kolye yapabileceğimi sanıyodum xd
2) sivrisinek olsam eklemlerden ısırmazdım daha etli butlu bi yerden ısırırdım ama vardır bi bildikleri(eklem yerlerinde damarlar deriye daha yakınmış ayrıca oralarda daha çok terleme olduğu için, kokusuna geliyolarmış)
3) doğum günleri kafamı çok karıştırıyo, kutlama ve güzel olması zorunluluğu beni strese soktuğu için güzel olduramıyorum
4) suda buruşmuş parmak uçları dalgalara benziyo. onları taklit mi etmeye çalışıyolar
5) bisikletten düşmeyi çok özlemişim
6) hayatındaki en alakasız şeyi bulamazsın çünkü eğer aklına geliyorsa ya da karşına çıkıyosa biraz alakalıdır
7) yazın bitimi domateslerden anlaşılır
The crows stumble when they see the plastic diva. The form of their wings defies function, as they were made to cover the glossy skin of an iconic dummy.
A girlhood painted in milk-white and gloss. The reflective surfaces of the machines serve as mirrors for the girls. The udder, adorned, stands as a testament to vanity. Nature’s bounty, now fashioned for the clock.
