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<span>People since the beginning have been gathering around certain sources of knowledge creating a specific reading/understanding of the world around them. Accumulated from different sources, what is inherited shapes the minds of
individuals,
communities and societies. Often times the cultural productions that happen in reverberance to these processes guide the researchers as they become an archive - a memory space for collective affects of former and contemporary societies.
Aware of my lack of knowledge on all the processes of inheriting from my own history; geographically, ethnically and politically, I attempt to understand the effects of the accumulated sets of knowledge on the actions and behaviour of
myself - A female artist from Turkey - and of us - the un/under/misrepresented multitude. I believe this endeavour will unravel not only the history of Turkey but will shed a light on the processes of modernism under the influence of
major global actors(?).</span>
<span id='ele'>Digging through my memory, I find myself in the Turquoise Impala of my grandfather, driving up the Kayseri mountain, hearing his voice chanting a poem out of the blue. Or suddenly I’m facing one of the spontaneous tests of
my other grand
father in Istanbul, asking me to name the tune of the Ottoman-Turkish music we are listening to. My personal memories are as scattered as the collective memory of our chaotic semi island, Anatolia. Yet if one wants to take a walk
towards
the roots of this land and it’s settlers, the tunes and poems will reveal them selves as the bread crumbs guiding the way.</span>
<span> How does the cultural knowledge travel and transform in time? What forms does it take, why and how do they sustain their presence in our lives? Not only as an artist but as an individual in search of a better present and in
anticipation
and aspiration of a revolution, I try to answer these questions by investigating cultural production methods and develop an alternative reading of the common history.</span>
<span> Knowledge in its most delicate form was first contained in the minds of people who would live in small communities. The elders, the more experienced, would be the ones to teach/pass on the knowledge that they would carry along
their
lives. The inherited knowledge can be the secrets of crafts, food processing- like cheese or meat-, healing methods/recipes, rituals, requiems or stories on braveries, travels, battles and looses. All of these resources relate to
specific
figures in the societies and they</span>
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