The Blue Hour of Dust

The Blue Hour of Dust

Losing a sense of reality is a fear of mine. It is pleasant to imagine a place where everything is sound and the surroundings can be trusted. I look up and I see blue. When the blue planet is hurtling towards the Earth, like in the movie Melancholia (2011) of Lars von Trier, doldrum is inescapable. This state of mind enables my desire to create imaginary worlds.

The studio is flooded with black light, electronic beats and rhythms. The studio feels like an uncanny laboratory. The light reveals the dust particles on the table. Centralizing the view of empty places makes something hidden visible. A collection of small objects, ranging from dust, tissues to paper cups are utilized as subjects. The idea of focusing on small things with dedication makes the present more valuable - a meditative process. Throwing myself deep in this immediacy allows me to step foot into an alternative reality. Playing with chance eliminates predictability, like rolling the dice. An equation whose summation is not even. Our existing reality is dominated by routine, however lack of control always seems to find a way to announce itself, as ubiquitously as in the Blue Hour of Dust. Sugar spills from a bag on the table resembling clouds. Objects turn into planets. The atmosphere appears stable. Fearless at the pace of breathing.

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