Nodo Streka
A non-basic striped tee. 

Ora Tonu
Some stories refuse to be told with words.

Nightag
Half my days walk the streets.

Nclot
Everyone is the curator of their own drawer.

Dim
"We spend hours waiting for other hours." (A Short History of Decay, Emil M. Cioran.)

Monosansu
Reality changes shape in the corridors of perception.

Plania
It's actually a pretty rational street, it just pretends to be a garbage can or a street lamp. 

Wavrel
I turn down the volume of time and grab on to the shoulder of a wave.

Quti
There's a bit of hoarding involved.

Demos Proto
Every wrong line learns from a straight one. 

Gerekli Sketch
My hunger existed long before time began.

Neoink
We did something to technology, and it did something to us.

Memory Leak Sketch
The past comes in pieces and can transform into countless things as it arrives.

Fuelo
With each form, I overflow a little bit more. 

Naka
The two ends of a scissors, one for forms and one for stories.

Roungle
Logos just want to have fun.

Ruuw
"I'm the smallest supporter of art." -Screw

Freka
A quick reminder for the colors that just tuned in.

Herl
A new window, only for a pair of eyes.

Mano Unus
To make sure you are not dreaming, look at your hands.

Shelf
When these objects strip off their function and put on the context that I created, how many millions of times were they produced before no longer matters.

Neuvex
Every day, from dawn to dusk, I surround the sky with cables and launch my satellites of imagination.

Tic Ki Diro
The canvas is wide open, ideas are free.

Noise
A scene comes to mind, a smell, a sound, a feeling. The past comes in pieces and can turn into limitless things.

Checkpoint
I became a roleplayer in this open world where reality is constantly evolving. As a side quest, I rendered the ones left on the road.

Straighten
Who knows, maybe once upon a time, gravity too was just a figment of someone's imagination.

Layers Of Time Sketch
The colors of my story, where are they now?

Pouch
When these objects strip off their function and put on the context that I created, how many millions of times were they produced before no longer matters.

Nib
A scene comes to mind, a smell, a sound, a feeling. The past comes in pieces and can turn into limitless things.

Editmode
I became a roleplayer in this open world where reality is constantly evolving. As a side quest, I rendered the ones left on the road.

Yor
The colors that stitch my story. They are somewhere between introduction, body, and conclusion.

GG
Spirit of the broken item, hear me out! We fell to pieces but let's accept it, we had a great time.

Vintage Room
In this language without any place, time expands as the duration of a song.

Exoplanet
There's a strange but familiar feeling about everything I encounter.

Torcher
You want to hit the road; stone walls stand in your way.
You want to walk out; the ones left behind haunt you like a pack of restless ghosts.
You want to set your past ablaze; an invisible hand puts your torch out.

To create, we must risk destruction.
To do justice to the fire, we must stand in its light.

Uprising
In this language without any place, time expands as the duration of a song.

Notion
A scene comes to mind, a smell, a sound, a feeling. The past comes in pieces and can turn into limitless things.

Octuo
This artificial light trapping my eyes, this giant display disregarding my existence, this culture consuming the skin of my individuality.

Mareium
I can imagine the person without the couch, but I realized, to think of the couch without the person, I need to become the couch.

Biz
Three oldest worries, three basic needs

Vrtt
It was our existence that was dancing with extinction in the orbit of the black holes.

Vertien
Everyday they wake up, check the day's menu and choose a mask. Because extras don't use stunt doubles.

Moyaji
I can imagine the person without the couch, but I realized, to think of the couch without the person, I need to become the couch.

Escape Flip
Spirit of the broken item, hear me out! We fell to pieces but let's accept it, we had a great time.

En Route
In this language without any place, time expands as the duration of a song.

Gremil
I'm collaborating with the objects I bond with.

Applien
Objects inhabit the void carved out by apartments.

Zzz
That morning, I had more important things than waking up.

Apex Sketch
Let's face it, we had a great time.

Paper Ground
Rigid cities bend with footprints left on wet concrete, and perhaps, the surface changes its mind.

Ecek
The colors that stitch my story. They are somewhere between introduction, body, and conclusion.

Ev
Three oldest worries, three basic needs

Stumble
Who knows, maybe once upon a time, gravity too was just a figment of someone's imagination.

Arnung
Everyday they wake up, check the day's menu and choose a mask. Because extras don't use stunt doubles.

Rollkow
After the harvest was complete, they entrusted the field to a crow and took off. Now they had exactly 200 years left to return.

Heliopause
I survived for centuries and began performing a one-man play in the flashy costumes of each and every species that I caused the extinction of.

Shield Maiden
We just sat down and watched the Sun set, atom being split, gravity being extinct and soil being free.

Acro
They rely on the memory of their index finger and don't know any other shorter way to take pictures than walking. They turned on their camera and checked the exposure. ISO: 30 billion light-years. Their mind opened and the focus was at infinity.

Kap
Three oldest worries, three basic needs

Riff Hands
In this language without any place, time expands as the duration of a song.

Proi
They rely on the memory of their index finger and don't know any other shorter way to take pictures than walking. They turned on their camera and checked the exposure. ISO: 30 billion light-years. Their mind opened and the focus was at infinity.

Minitalk
Artist's note: What a night! 

Laugar
I've made a long-term memory of myself in the minds of people that I don't remember from last night.

Sculpt
What I'm thinking or sometimes, what the material is thinking, takes form with me.

Fhaalin
The best part of falling is how the sky expands.  

Heyn
He has no idea how long he's been on the road. Every rest point he sees is crowded with planned trips... As the logic of the majority dictates, inevitable places for those who want to get from point A to B. His journey is unplanned, he has no idea where he's going and there is no logical explanation as to why he's on the road. Who wants to explain anyway? When you're on the road, you just aim to go as far as possible, but you remember where you're going and why only when you stop... Here's another one... Rest areas are part of our calculable, fabricated reality... A bland cup of tea, a coincidental meal, dirty toilets and have a nice trip... He doesn't want to rest. He will keep going until he finds the shadow of a tree or a waterfront where he can sleep.

Ondro
The glitch in my perception may be an interface issue.

Stories Sketch
On the first blank page I saw, I took a bunch of notes before they flew away.

Mış
The colors that stitch my story. They are somewhere between introduction, body, and conclusion.

Flora
I survived for centuries and began performing a one-man play in the flashy costumes of each and every species that I caused the extinction of.

Astrok
"Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought-particularly for people who can never remember where they have left things."

Woody Allen

Lead Time
In this language without any place, time expands as the duration of a song.

Ravera
All the destructive suspicions zigzagging around the orbits of my mind were actually made up of primitive codes written in another galaxy.

Jung
...these moments start with feeling fed up. The weeks passed on slowly, with a ball of stress piling up in the stomach. And then, when you least expect it and there's no one else, you take the pen with boredom or hit the chord on the old guitar hanging in the corner and it all begins... You can't believe all that's been spilt around when you sober up. They are still shining and moving right in front of you as if their heart was beating. Your opacity, on the other hand, is still at 33%. And you wish you never returned, and they kept spilling.

Horizon Sketch
Can a couch have a story? Without people

Mask Sketch
Extras don't use stunt doubles.

Lepenca
He continues to be himself with his flawed plans, misunderstood words and repeated mistakes.

Documented
Thought is a form of energy, it can be stored, kept safe but it cannot be destroyed. You cannot stop it from surfacing at some point.

Anirola
All the destructive suspicions zigzagging around the orbits of my mind were actually made up of primitive codes written in another galaxy.

Mengene Sketch
When everyone stares at each other, the skin of differences gets scraped.

Velv
They rely on the memory of their index finger and don't know any other shorter way to take pictures than walking. They turned on their camera and checked the exposure. ISO: 30 billion light-years. Their mind opened and the focus was at infinity.

Jionda
Since the day he was born, he had been expecting the day he could choose between his existence and consciousness.

Please wait... Please wait... You can now cross the street.

Reisen
He finally reached a seaside town where lot of people want to move to when they get old whereas lots of others have an excuse not to. Since it wasn't the season, not many vacationers were there. It wasn't only because it wasn't the right season. Isn't vacation something that is earned with more work and advertised by others? Everybody works. He met the mild wind, loads of sea shells and timid waves on the shore. He heard a few seagulls tearing through the soupy air. Seagulls never retire. The humankind is born, raised, gets a job, catches the pieces of bread thrown at him and retires when he's old. It's only dreams that don't get old. He curled up under one of the colorful umbrellas like a stray dog, took a large sea shell in his hand, brought it up to his ear and slept to the sounds it made.

Ground Gyration
Rigid cities bend with footprints left on wet concrete, and perhaps, the surface changes its mind.

Plabo
All the destructive suspicions zigzagging around the orbits of my mind were actually made up of primitive codes written in another galaxy.

Mind Museum Sketch
Guardians of my mind museum

Time
I've learned a lot from my mistakes. Yet my mistakes have learned more from me.

Brig
Sometimes all we do is to idle around in a dimensionless platform in a troubled universe for an infinite time.

Nuida
What exactly formed the thought within this spiral of stains hanging in my mind?

Plaster Peeling
Rigid cities bend with footprints left on wet concrete, and perhaps, the surface changes its mind.

Together Alone
Though we might share the same physical environment, we are seldom together. It is here that we breathe the same air with objects and expand our space as we sculpt them.

This three-dimensional border begotten by their unquestionable tangibility becomes home to perspectives yearning for infinity.

Ijon
What exactly formed the thought within this spiral of stains hanging in my mind?

Shaping Love
Thought is a form of energy, it can be stored, kept safe but it cannot be destroyed. You cannot stop it from surfacing at some point.

Apple
I've learned a lot from my mistakes. Yet my mistakes have learned more from me.

Lucka
All hell was breaking loose at the other end of the World, and he was having a hard time believing that.

Ahenk
Neither I had to turn into a human, nor it had to turn into a daisy.

Because Of You
"The ego is your enemy, not your friend. It is the ego that gives you wounds and hurts you. It is the ego that makes you violent, angry, jealous, competitive. It is the ego that is continuously comparing and feeling miserable."

Osho

Metar
Sometimes all we do is to idle around in a dimensionless platform in a troubled universe for an infinite time.

Rjovik
Doğduğu günden beri varlığıyla bilinci arasında bir tercih yapabileceği günü bekliyordu.

Lütfen bekleyin... Lütfen bekleyin... Şimdi karşıya geçebilirsiniz.

Brian
"Yıllar içinde herhangi bir anlık değişikliğin taze bir zihinsel enerji patlamasına yol açtığını keşfettim. Şimdi bu odadayken birazdan öbür odaya geçersem, bu bana yardımcı oluyor. Sokağa çıkarsam fazlasıyla yardımcı oluyor. Yukarı çıkıp duş alırsam, bunun da faydası büyük. Bu yüzden ara sıra fazladan duş alıyorum. Aşağıdaysam ve açmaza düştüysem, işime yarayacak olan şey yukarı çıkıp duş almak. Beni rahatlatıyor bu."

Woody Allen - "Daily Rituals" by Mason Currey

Soulful Sketch
Düşünceye formunu veren şey neydi?

Sanka
Doğanın bizi katletmemesi için özgürlüklerimizden vazgeçip toplum olmayı kabul ettik. Mağarada beş on kişiyken daha mı iyiydik bilmiyoruz, ancak birçoğumuz kurduğumuz bu yeni düzenin, feda ettiğimiz özgürlüğe değip değmediğini sorgular halde.

Lupuda
Her sabah günün menüsüne bakıp buna göre maskeler seçerdi. Çünkü figüranlar dublör kullanmaz.

Aira
Zihnimde lekelerden oluşan bu girdapta, düşünceye formunu veren şey tam olarak neydi?

Ekbatop
İnsanı koltuk olmadan düşünebiliyorum fakat koltuğu insan olmadan düşünebilmek için koltuk olmam gerektiğini farkettim.

Bug
...böyle anlar dolmuşlukla başlar. Haftalar ağır geçmiş, midede sıkıntı topu birikmiştir. Sonra beklemediğin anda, ortalıkta kimse yokken, oflaya poflaya eline bir kalem alırsın ya da duvar köşesinde duran sazın teline boş vurursun ve olaylar gelişir... Ayıldığında ortaya saçılanlara inanamazsın. Onlar hala pas parlak, sanki kalbi atıyormuş gibi hareket halinde, karşındadır. Seninse opacity hala %33'tedir. Keşke ben hiç dönmesem, siz saçılmaya devam etseniz diye düşünürsün.

Tafe
Zihnim o kadar hızlı çalışıyordu ki, biraz daha devam etsem o paslı tesisat mutlaka bir yerden patlak verecekti. Çaktırmadan çıktım... Hassiktir! Çıkarken vanayı kapatmış mıydım ki?

The Dream
Zaman ve mekan senden uzaktayken rüyanda ne görürsün?

Ruvag
Defalarca geldi dünyaya. Yüzlerce, binlerce, milyonlarca kez. Yepyeni bir türdü her seferinde. Ve her seferinde yine kendine evrildi.

We Became One
Neyi yeterince uzun süre tutkuyla yaparsam bir gün elbet ona dönüşürüm.

Feels Right
Tohum, önce rüyasında çiçeğe dönüşür.

Im Underwater
"Yapmak istediğini yapma. Yapmak istemediğini yap. Yapmamaya koşullandırıldığın şeyi yap. Seni en çok korkutan şeyleri yap."

Chuck Palahniuk

Tigwa
Dün geceye dair hatırlamadığım herkesin hafızasında kendime uzun süreli bir yer edindim.

The Land
Zaman ve mekan senden uzaktayken rüyanda ne görürsün?

Mosca
Süzülürken iyi güzel de, her seferinde de bir parça eksiliyor.

Bozukluklar mı düştü acaba?

Rodot
Hayata sıfırdan başlamak için tüm hazırlıklar yapıldı. Tarihteki en eski tamir yöntemi "restart" butonunun yerini arıyorduk.

Drewol
Dün geceye dair hatırlamadığım herkesin hafızasında kendime uzun süreli bir yer edindim.

Fast Fingers
Ey kırılan eşyanın ruhu, paramparça olduk fakat kabul edelim ki harika vakit geçirdik.

Haerenga
Neden başladığını bile bilmediğimiz bir günün akşamında, biraz keyif alalım diye başına oturduğumuz bir filmin kötü sonla bittiğini gördük. Şu an yaptığımızsa aynı filmi başa sarmak, aynı sonla bitişini izlemek. Ve bunu tekrar tekrar yapacağız. Ta ki kendimizi yok edene kadar.

Tetoid
Gözlerimi hapseden bu yapay ışık, varoluşuma aldırmayan bu büyük vitrin, farklılığımın derisini zımparalayan bu kültür.

43rd Istanbul Film Festival
Görüntüyü çerçeveleyen bu sınırlar, görünmeyene de dairdir.

The Sky
Zaman ve mekan senden uzaktayken rüyanda ne görürsün?

Gravity
"Hayatlarımız bize ait değildir. Rahimden mezara kadar yaşamış ve yaşayan başka insanlara bağımlıyız. İşlenen her suçla, yapılan her iyilikle kendi geleceğimizi doğururuz."

Bulut Atlası

Mano Duo
Bir rüyada olmadığınızı anlamak için, ellerinize bakın.

On The Stars
"Bir kuyruklu yıldız olmak istiyorum, herkesin durup baktığı, birbirine gösterdiği bir kuyruklu yıldız, sonra....ansızın bir patlama ve ben yokum..."

Jim Morrison

It Is Temporary
"Pencerenin kenarında, boş boş dışarı bakıyorum. Bir şeyler bana hep sonraki anda delireceğimi söyledi. Ama öyle olmadı. Delilik korkusu bir şeylere sadık kalma anlamına gelebilir. Henüz bir şeye bağlı değilim."

Kárhozat (1988)

Lentaa
Süzülürken iyi güzel de, her seferinde de bir parça eksiliyor.

Bozukluklar mı düştü acaba?

Burning Tire
In the end, we were only a handful of people to celebrate our existence; and we had forgotten all the languages we've known.

Xuntos
Man in search of tranquility flees from other men and yearns for men afterwards. He never thought he'd want to come across someone like him on the road. Perhaps this lengthy solitude scared him. He couldn't have gone so mad as to be on a journey everyone would fear. Man rests on the road, questions, contradicts himself and wants to relax at the end of the day. He was going to be still if only he saw a silhouette or a movement. What he needed was the awareness that he wasn't all alone. Before long, he saw some people walking toward the horizon by themselves. He had his journey somewhat confirmed by their existence. He wasn't alone. Man can remain alone at most until that time when he feels he can tolerate others.

Yuvica
Since the day he was born, he had been expecting the day he could choose between his existence and consciousness.

Please wait... Please wait... You can now cross the street.

Orbug
The glitch in my perception may be an interface issue.

Flying Low
So now, imagination was a colorful machine floating in the sky.

Soil Mushroom
"Consider what each soil will bear, and what each refuses."

Virgil

Woolgather
Who knows, maybe once upon a time, gravity too was just a figment of someone's imagination.

Mano Tres
To make sure you are not dreaming, look at your hands.

Duo Semen
"We do not "come into" this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree. As the ocean "waves," the universe "peoples." Every individual is an expression of the whole realm of nature, a unique action of the total universe."

Alan Watts

Target
I've learned a lot from my mistakes. Yet my mistakes have learned more from me.

Sonar
...these moments start with feeling fed up. The weeks passed on slowly, with a ball of stress piling up in the stomach. And then, when you least expect it and there's no one else, you take the pen with boredom or hit the chord on the old guitar hanging in the corner and it all begins... You can't believe all that's been spilt around when you sober up. They are still shining and moving right in front of you as if their heart was beating. Your opacity, on the other hand, is still at 33%. And you wish you never returned, and they kept spilling.

Cordialis Roep
"For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying--what one felt. Cleverness was silly. One must say simply what one felt."

Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway

Blue
Two shades of the same colour

BLUE - Fragman (YouTube)

Imagine
I became a roleplayer in this open world where reality is constantly evolving. As a side quest, I rendered the ones left on the road.