The fact that both religious rituals and art trigger the same good feelings in my soul, brought me face to face with the question whether art is also a religion. I sometimes change this question and ask it to myself again. Is such a question necessary? Or, is the answer really important? I am not sure but I decided that the points at which the both matters intersect are quite important for me. While creating my installation, Worship, I did not have an exact number in my mind. As a means, wood appeared on the canvas and the concept was the human themselves. While wood was appearing in different tones as an image on the canvas, my medium never changed. The primary reason I moved the canvas to the land was that, a medium that is identified with me should be in the environment it belongs to, just like me. Experiencing how artificial it looks between the ground and the sky, might be seeing it uniting with nature. With all my incapability as an artist, it was showing, presenting and telling the only thing that I can create… It felt as if, the closer my canvases to the sky, the faster the things I want to tell will reach them. Another matter I wanted to comprehend as a creator imitating the Creator, no matter how I paint that canvas, it will never turn into a real wood and will not go any further than being a piece of cloth.

When trees come together, they form the forests. Even though a tree lives alone in the middle of a moorland, its branches, leaves and roots keep existing, adding an honorable meaning to its existence, and lumber is its corpse. Humans cut it into pieces and turn it into a useful material for their life. Human often does the same to the originality of human. I feel like I was a tree once and turned into a useful material for humans now. This installation, which consists of oil on canvas pieces, I completed in more than two years, is an illusion created by hand. After being completed, this installation was exhibited in the land, and the viewer was invited to the land to see it. Leaving a precious body (oil on canvas) that is normally protected in galleries and museums and we even avoid touching, my two-year labor under changing weather conditions, made me also question the place of labor in my production.

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