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that she is pregnant and tries to find shelter in her friend’s house where she is abused by her friend’s<br />

lover. After coming back to her village she tries to hide her pregnancy. She gives birth to her child<br />

and kills the newborn. Throughout the film, we feel the cold atmosphere of on‐the road‐diners in<br />

Anatolia. Young people travels from the villages to these diners everyday and their identities are split<br />

in these transitional zones. Zehra is one of these many workers and servants who are lost in these<br />

spaces in the middle of nowhere. Yeşim Ustaoğlu’s comment on a “perpetual search for identity” is:<br />

Conclusion<br />

Despite the fact that we are part of a very rich culture, we continue to ask ourselves,<br />

“Who are we?”. Including Islamist fundamentalism, all social explosions, the Kurdish<br />

identity, the Turkish identity and the problems of the third‐generation Turks in Germany<br />

are all based on the same question. ‘Who are we’? Everyone is asking this question and<br />

finding an open door to say I am this or that and defending it”.<br />

Yeşim Ustaoğlu’s films pose important questions regarding the modalities of silence; questions<br />

about life, about human beings, about families, about nationalities and ethnicities. 10 The silence of<br />

sound in all these films is constructed in a picturesque way. We are fascinated by the composition of<br />

these frames so that we do not dig for their faults or their guilt, 11 on the contrary, we praise the way<br />

they stay silent. Ustaoğlu’s characters question their existence in these silenced scenes, like the<br />

grandmother’s daughter in Pandora’s Box who keeps silent in the crowds of the city, between the<br />

barriers and the bridges. In these films, what is revealed is the impossibility of speaking to another: la<br />

“nausee” in Duet, the obsessive cleaning scene of the elder sister in Pandora’s Box, the ritual with the<br />

photograph of Niko in Waiting for the Clouds, Zehra’s escape to the world of television in Araf . All<br />

these films are paintings of mute images.<br />

Whereas Nuri Bilge Ceylan has a B/W photographic code and framing of silence in his films, Yeşim<br />

Ustaoğlu has a “painter’s passion” in illuminating and darkening the canvas. The scene of the funeral<br />

ritual in Waiting for the Clouds has the touch of Rembrandt lighting and colors, veiling the focus and<br />

shining the ground with the dripping water. The representation turns into a shadow play<br />

accompanied by the murmurs of the prayer, a meditation takes place where sight and sound are<br />

removed although there is an image. The body of the dead woman is covered with the white sheet<br />

and the archaic sounds of praying to God veils the speech of women. The action, pouring water on<br />

the dead body and washing it is not shown, only shades are seen and the action is replaced by<br />

splashes of water in the vessel. This is a painting more than just the capturing of a moment. The<br />

grammatical elements of film are used in relay as Robert Bresson explains, “if equal sound and image<br />

damage or kill each other, as we say of colors,” to resolve this he conceives of sound and image as<br />

“working in a relay, first one and then the other.”<br />

Yeşim Ustaoğlu, too draws her images in relay. First the signs, than the sounds and finally a<br />

synthesis that unfolds in the spectators’ minds. She opens a window and helps us to look at the<br />

landscape behind the screen. Yeşim Ustaoğlu follows a different path than other directors of New<br />

Turkish Cinema turning her direction to the Black Sea region, to the landscape of mountain people,<br />

instead of insisting on Istanbul. Her choice of the aural void concentrates our gaze on the landscape<br />

that is isolated and framed by mountains and heights over the sea. The clouds veil silence and<br />

mourning. The time‐image gives us the freedom to look at the frames as if they were paintings in a<br />

museum hall. There is no rush, no crowd and no noise. This absolute freedom of leaving us the space<br />

to look at these pictures makes her the master of images of silence.

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