February 12th – March 12th 2010

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Gumus Ozdes , born in Istanbul in 1982; presents an achromatic interpretation of a realm where light smashes, denses, shatters into pieces and creates its own space and moment. The exhibition which will take place in “Mtaar”, is consisting of black and white paintings on canvasses polished with lac, and it will be available till the 12th of March.

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Opening : February 12th 2010 // 19:00 // Mtaär

(Opening Performance : Bora Çeliker)

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Using a palette which highlights the contradiction between the behaviour of light in the physical world and the plastic reality , I reckon: Light’s own composition is utmost independent from what we plan. What is light in this perspective? Is it just something that is independent and chaotic in its own way, which we cannot ignore? Or is it the main actor that attaches an ordinary act or object into some system of beliefs and blesses it with a symbolical meaning?

Achromacy is like wordlessness.

Can one describe wordlessness? And would one describe it if one could? Or would one rather create a work of art using that wordlessness?The Absence of colour opens the doors to this universe of endless possibilities. Not visible inside the space in which the picture has been painted, though allowing greater space for the labyrinths of though its imaginery, defining less and speaking less… Offering “silence”, the richest music that the mind can apprehend, and “emptiness”, the widest space in which it can move, so that what is visible will not be reduced to a limited array of precoded meanings. And it’s the mind’s own camera, which will dance inside this void and it’s that camera that will see what’s more to come.

Gümüş Özdeş

“I squint my eyes most of the time, to get rid of the details and get to the point. It’s more of a will to reduce the wave-lenght. A dreamish unclearity is what I’m after. Things are  more sheer this way, clearer. Why are the images in dreams particular for me, is it the way it reveals the true essence of things?

The way it presents the events differently from how they are in my waking life, the way I could ever concieve.

Is it possible how the mind sees dreams this way, is that it renders what it gathered, through  its own camera obscura? The light that shivers in the deep dark or the darkness that bathes in light.”

Erkin Goren