paper handled as thought


in the way that the biscuit arises from wheat,
the material at hand is my cognition (of it). what i make of it is the thought i perform.

what I perform, is an arising. I don’t know where it comes from. resembles a re-make of nature, a turn towards the outdoors from the bits and pieces of paper, of wall, corner, window still. There is a yearning to listen to, the flowering of yearning in my system— it is a garden, insects fly around and place themselves where light hits, creatures want to make room for themselves— the imagining mind is projecting vitality all over the place— the finger touches corner and it is illuminated.

thought bubbles

In the Turkish language, "O" is the 3rd person singular personal pronoun, and there are no masculine/feminine/neutral genders. “O” can also be the equivalent of “that” or “that one”, i.e. a demonstrative pronoun.

TOWN is T.races O.f W.hats N.ext : the documentation of the works and happenings shown in M4 by Cemre Eraslan and Tindra Eliason

Cognition is the mental action or process of acquiring knowledge and understanding through thought, experience, and the senses

and then

we re-cognize the world around us, in a curious way
this extra looping of understanding gives us symbols

to bend and assimilate, to treat the moment enclosed in space (room) as “headspace” (cognitive space) and placing entities that inhabit it, like clouds, bits and pieces of paper, rocks, bugs, plants assume forms as expressive as a note pinned on the wall— in some, ink. an opening of symmetry.
bending inwards and outwards is relational. Notes are ever fleeting fragments of the ecosystem of thought, just like clouds pass bits and pieces of paper.

Echoing collective memories of cutting snow flakes and figures holding hands in kinder gardens, inspecting to see if it turns out right, that is symmetrical, cohesive, beautiful. One of my earliest memories regarding tools was folding, licking and tearing paper to cut it only to get notified by my teacher of scissors’ supposed superiority over my method, that with its soft, irregular edges.

I like loops, games, toys, handicrafts - fun activities to pass time.

I want to look at flowers, beyond what I'm told they are.

I re-think vegetation as expressiveness, flora as tune, tune as mode, form.

Through Re-cognition matter starts Resembling.

In my cognitive space, my thought shapes florally (may have insects crawling on, flying around(flowers are never alone)). Like the orchids placed in my father's office at his job at the insurance company they bend space, serve as a point of solace. This has a direct expressiveness.

You reach through a mountain of cushion, over to the light which seems to be carried over from higher above, through a trumpet of petals carrying an entity with hands raised, wings arched. It holds three dots.
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as if conspiring a sentence, that takes a long time.