Writing on the blog about Chaostantin... Chaostantin is the name of the city that I see and chaostantinists are the people who lives in... yes I am a visual artist...( by the way, you know English is not my native language, hope you can understand what I mean - my sister is always ashamed of my English... even I attended American schools, I can't use the language properly and I don't care actually sorry :) anyway Istanbul is a rapidly changing city... for not to forget what is happening, I have to write... today I am thinking about the "purplemen". They appeared last year on my sketches suddenly... they multiplied... more and more... than I found timbers of old Istanbul wooden houses in a carpenter's workshop... I set up the "purplemen" on the woods... than they took their place at the exhibition with all the other chaostantinists...
Listening Zizek on youtube... he is talking excitedly... last year he was here in Istanbul... I saw him talking just like on the video... is he talking about the "purplemen"? Or is he singing the "purple rain"?
Cleaning up... the house, also my mind... cleaning up the "purplemen"... install them into Chaostantin and wish that they will never come back to Istanbul anymore... ok. maybe they can be in another color... pink maybe :) with different attitudes... different faces... different minds... I am still asking this question: can you harm purposely? can you?
