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In works such as Spaces of the Past‐I (1998, see image 1) a drawing on paper, I created a physical<br />

space with bamboo like sticks, mound and grills which lent a feeling of claustrophobia. The process of<br />

my work involved the use of black charcoal and conte to create monochrome work, which brought<br />

an aura of gloominess and isolation.<br />

Peculiar to this representation was the<br />

absence of my own physical self as a<br />

visual form. Rather the space worked as<br />

a remnant of an experience, making the<br />

body conspicuous through its absence.<br />

This process of recreating ‘the<br />

experiencing of maternal’ was further<br />

explored by using unconventional tools<br />

in art making Fork , knives and paper<br />

cutter were used to make marks onto<br />

the paper (along with brush) which<br />

contributed towards the tactile surface<br />

of the work and also lent it an<br />

emotional quotient 4 . I freely borrowed<br />

forms from different places such as the<br />

gate of my neighbor, the pole on the<br />

Image 1. Spaces of the Past-I, Conté , acrylic & sumi-e ink<br />

on paper, 2000 (Yesterday, Once More Series).<br />

road, the wooden door at the back of truck, the fence of my neighbour’s garden; and brought them<br />

together by juxtaposing them as parts of imaginary spaces of discomfort, through which a recall of<br />

the past was possible. Over a period of time apart from its visual function, this retrieval 5 and its<br />

consistent exploration, allowed me to reassure myself of my own opinion of the experience and also<br />

had a cathartic impact. 6 This reclamation of the past in my works continued almost till the memory<br />

of ‘experiencing maternal’ transitioned to my becoming a mother myself. In a way these works eased<br />

out the conflict within me and the impact of the emotional overload of the specific gendered role<br />

waned post‐catharsis.<br />

Artist –mother –In 2002 with the anticipation of the birth of my daughter, the shift from<br />

‘experiencing maternal’ to ‘being maternal’ redirected my focus as an artist. The relationship which I<br />

had earlier sought between ‘maternal’ and ‘space’ to create imaginary constructions now continued<br />

but in a different light. Seeking no cathartic release from the past, it changed in its nature as well as<br />

representation and very much into the present. As I became the site of maternal embodiment, the<br />

maternal, in anticipation now became celebratory and the spaces became those within my own body<br />

in flesh and blood. The series Transit Spaces depicted the ‘inner landscape’ of the body with the<br />

‘child –in‐transit’ within. As the affect of the maternal changed, so did its expression. I felt my body<br />

become synonymous with nature and as a mother‐to‐be, I started making free associations yet again,<br />

though this time with my natural environment. I now found parallels between birth and biological<br />

growth taking place within myself, with forms from nature such as shoots, sprouts , trees etc. In<br />

other words my works depicted my ongoing biological experiences, through the patterns and<br />

processes of growth in botanical forms. Embryonic forms, foetal imagery and amoebic forms<br />

suggesting mysterious life growing within my body surfaced as conglomerations in my works.The<br />

series started with pencil drawings , leading to works in Chinese ink and water colour on Japanese<br />

rice paper Shikishi as well as acrylic and oil paint on canvas. These works continued through the<br />

different stages such as the anticipation of the birth of my child , pregnancy and post‐natal phase of<br />

care and raising my daughter. 7

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