İlayda Akarca
I formed a cocoon from memories, a refuge from cold nights, as I find myself unsettled, distant from the lands I’ve grown up and formed my understanding of the world in. I hum songs to myself when doubt leaves me in shadow, to bring comfort to my heart which yearns for home. “Inleyen Nağmeler” can be translated to English as ‘howling melodies.’ When I return to the motherland, I am still displaced; what I remember, what I know and feel, is of the past, a past that is remembered through the fog of time and layers of emotion, meaning made with time, distance, and longing. Memories of the home envelop me in warmth for a moment, shielding me from the harsh wind and cold of where I am now.
“Inleyen Nağmeler” is an exploration of thoughts and questions on displacement and belonging. Started as a reflection of my experiences as an immigrant, over time, the work formed into a visual journey of meditations on what home ‘was’, what it ’has become’, and everything in between, evoked through both the recurring memories of childhood and the body of my lover.
İlayda Akarca
I formed a cocoon from memories, a refuge from cold nights, as I find myself unsettled, distant from the lands I’ve grown up and formed my understanding of the world in. I hum songs to myself when doubt leaves me in shadow, to bring comfort to my heart which yearns for home. “Inleyen Nağmeler” can be translated to English as ‘howling melodies.’ When I return to the motherland, I am still displaced; what I remember, what I know and feel, is of the past, a past that is remembered through the fog of time and layers of emotion, meaning made with time, distance, and longing. Memories of the home envelop me in warmth for a moment, shielding me from the harsh wind and cold of where I am now.
“Inleyen Nağmeler” is an exploration of thoughts and questions on displacement and belonging. Started as a reflection of my experiences as an immigrant, over time, the work formed into a visual journey of meditations on what home ‘was’, what it ’has become’, and everything in between, evoked through both the recurring memories of childhood and the body of my lover.
BLURRING THE LINES
FOSTERING TALENT AND NETWORKING IN VISUAL CULTURE
Program Leader
Partners
BLURRING THE LINES
FOSTERING TALENT AND NETWORKING IN VISUAL CULTURE
Program Leader
Partners
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