It's Sunday again. It's a weird day that dances back and forth between cheesy and cute. Resting for one, thinking about the job to go to on Monday for the other! This unstable day that comes after a beautiful Saturday leaves the balances upside down until the evening...
While sipping my coffee, I originally intended to write today's article with an 'art-related' headline, but since the day was Sunday, the evil eye came too, and I was a bit sleepless with the joy of the perfect beauty of the weather, as a few days of excessive sweating and tiredness left my body and tended to 'normalization', which did not exist. He left the night behind and tried to liven it up with morning coffee. Sunday; that's what led me to art when describing it as "the day of contradictions".
Art is the fact that a person either throws his own existence out of himself or gets into trouble with himself, that the enthusiasm integrates with the will, and strives to convey emotions, thoughts, skills, and brain imaginations into reality, and reflects it to the eye with the mind, with the power of directing it with the plans it has created in its own mind. Is art just that? No! It is not. Because man strives to create himself by filtering his own power, economic situation, social and feudal pressures, suppressed internality with religion, all the beings that he cannot obtain through his images and imagination, and to put himself forward more clearly while doing and performing this effort. Sometimes this inner attack is so strong that it cannot be ignored even though it is exercised. These unattainable feelings, our thoughts, our dreams, a carved stone, stacked bricks, a figure made by a child out of sand, a painting, a piece of music, etc., are all among the efforts to beautify the earth thanks to art. Of course, a fact of life that always confronts us with two currents in art is among these contrasts.
Art is a very broad notion in terms of content, and that's why the mission of this notion is so great. From prose to poetry, from poetry to music, from sculptor to painting, from painting to architecture, from architecture to technical designs, the main concept that finds a place in every style given, and which is mother and father to this, has always been and will remain as art. If we continue on the path by expanding this thought a little more, art will be privatized with its special position in terms of opening up as fine and visual art, making life even more spicy and welcoming us. The place of "literature", which we all try to perform but few of us create successful works, has a very important position.
Although literature is thought of as simply drinking a glass of water, and sometimes it is thought of as an ambiguous and playful thing among the people by saying "don't do literature", the ideas, thoughts, the role it played in history and the revolutions it made cannot be denied. And literature, as a science, with its unique features, helps to gift us a higher consciousness in its own right as roses in all gardens, books in all libraries, and works on the shelves of all houses. Connecting poetry and prose to the world we live in, not as an intermediate choice but as a mere location, is the most reasonable and logical way to bring art to society and to move forward by picking up the pebbles on the roads while walking here! It is the order of a set of free rules, like the musical notes of every movement in art, delicate, delicate, heart touching, integrated with deep harmonies and caressing us with this integrity. Art, which has built an indispensable and absolute bridge between life and itself, does not let the public hear about it, reflects its problems and difficulties of daily life to the audience with its own silent pantomime, with its theatre, opera and ballet, it automatically dominates us without putting pressure on us. It is a literary delicacy that adds its own rhythms to your words like a love riddle by speaking, keeping silent, writing, playing and observing, and yet encourages thinking and questioning. Art encourages the artist to think by incorporating the rhythms he has accumulated into his art, yet, observing the society like a sociologist, putting it under a magnifying glass and thinking about the distortions in which he lives. A random meter, a prose, a ghazal, an ode, or a dirty street in the city of Bombey, India, expressed on canvas, in literary writing, turned into a sonata on the keys of a piano, excited us for revolution on the strings of a guitar, the poverty of a poor Anatolian village. reaching the Paris bourgeoisie with a poem will always stand in front of us as an indispensable part of art, because art is the conscious expression of conscience.
While embracing the whole universe with its literary, visual, subtlety, simplicity and unique and sensitive feelings, art has assumed and undertakes a great task as the common expression tool of the world languages, by increasing peace and tolerance and by displaying a perfect stance against racism. It contains all the ways in which these can be freely expressed and thought.
I sincerely believe that he will never abandon the principle of "art is for society", always integrating himself with the society he came from with new ties. Since all branches of art contain within itself, giving the colors and form that a person can give by reflecting their inner dimensions by putting them in a new context, giving a shaped body (as a sculptor) as a second body as thought will always remain far from solidity outside of architecture. On this occasion, artists will be honored to stand upright against the difficulties imposed by the external system and not deviate from this path, and give him the right and title of artist. Even in places, he will transform the tides, uncertainties, anxieties and personal fears inside him into the world and integrate them with his own reality. In other words, to be an artist is the expression of a firm stance without auras, in which one voluntarily serves a ritual, such as a follower of a secret sect, or even becomes its slave, and walks against the wind.
Art is a person who dances, sings, plays the saz, reads poetry aloud, plays ballet, performs opera, plays the piano, reads, thinks, reflects his thoughts transparently, not perfect, but all the deficiencies related to society; I wish everyone a good Sunday with the hope that it will be perceived as a public education house where all activities aimed at explaining and understanding life with a delicate sensitivity, a childlike spirit and a memory-training perspective are gathered.
Regards, forgive me if I made a slip of tongue! May the sun in your heart and brain not fade.