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zkayan@gmail.com</description><title>//Unforeseen Serendipity//</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @zkayan)</generator><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Intervista Zeynep Kayan</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lapiperita.tumblr.com/post/50260136738/intervista-zeynep-kayan" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;lapiperita&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fotografie scure, mosse, tagliate e strappate, che sembrano più visioni intime, visioni del cuore che immagini della realtà colte attraverso un obbiettivo. Sembrano ricordi, quelli nascosti nelle vie più lontane della memoria che riaffiorano in sogno. Costruite attentamente, ma con un occhio che vuole cogliere l’interiorità, ciò che c’è di invisibile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;di Vida Rucli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;English version of the interview &lt;a href="http://lapiperita.tumblr.com/zeynepinglese" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/9e018c3e55b323035f91c5bee28db1c1/tumblr_inline_mmoub1jh9U1qdyums.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/ea3333e871c6f3ed354b358f3d3973a4/tumblr_inline_mmoubelrU01qdyums.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/4a0a6c5957bb095f13a65d1b007bb7d4/tumblr_inline_mmouc6WEcw1qdyums.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Zeynep Kayan è una fotografa turca; nata nel 1986 studia in Turchia e poi in Olanda e negli anni di studio partecipa a mostre collettive in entrambi i paesi. Ora è tornata a vivere ad Ankara dove in una casa che dimostra la sua passione per l’arte e per la musica, con i libri (come quello di Francesca Woodman, fotografa alla quale somiglia molto) e con il quotidiano continua a stimolare la sua creatività.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;L’avevo cercata già a gennaio o dicembre, avevamo parlato di una possibile intervista che però avrebbe dovuto essere più avanti, perchè proprio in quel periodo Zeynep stava lavorando ad una sua mostra.&lt;br/&gt; Mi è tornata in mente qualche settimana fa, le ho scritto ed era contenta di risentirmi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lapiperita.tumblr.com/post/50260136738/intervista-zeynep-kayan"&gt;Read More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/50278915756</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/50278915756</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 15:10:21 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>ha di</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/fa4253f178226ddb20da97f70b54fa40/tumblr_mjtr2cJAJX1qzw5iio1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;ha di&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/45619559943</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/45619559943</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Mar 2013 17:44:36 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>9 şubat - 9 mart // 9 february - 9 march
cda-projects, istanbul</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/54f2591a54ad2f5de92c43eeb8808253/tumblr_mhyu5kXZx11qzw5iio1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;9 şubat - 9 mart // 9 february - 9 march&lt;br/&gt;
cda-projects, istanbul&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/42680797030</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/42680797030</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2013 13:32:08 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>desperately trying.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md3exkSMdx1qzw5iio1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;desperately trying.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/35165727656</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/35165727656</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2012 20:03:20 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>i truly fell in love with this</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqCJkzyYwCM&amp;feature=share"&gt;i truly fell in love with this&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/29436759426</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/29436759426</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2012 18:41:15 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Since she was thirteen years old, Marina had kept every note left for her by her mother and father...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8m7kgdyAl1qzvwxb.jpg"/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Since she was thirteen years old, Marina had kept every note left for her by her mother and father and every letter written to her.  She had no purpose in mind, just an inability to let this evidence of attention and interest from other people slip through her fingers.  But she also had difficulty in grasping onto it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;from &lt;i&gt;Rites of Passage&lt;br/&gt;
When Marina Abramovic Dies&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/29225840092</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/29225840092</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2012 19:51:26 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>f i n a l l y

s o n u n d a</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8m7bnVS7W1qzw5iio1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;f i n a l l y&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;s o n u n d a&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/29225489867</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/29225489867</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2012 19:45:23 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>

With a group exhibition composed of artists most of whom have recently joined the gallery,...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrs6hrGWPz1qzvwxb.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;With a group exhibition composed of artists most of whom have recently joined the gallery, CDA-Projects is opening up for the new season. Artists of the exhibition are integrating their peculiar artistic languages with their again peculiar, “original” stories and approaches. Hosting different materials from installations to photographs, videos to wall application, the exhibition provides the freedom and the polyphony to “tell” of diverse things side-by-side.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Selçuk Artut, Janet Bellotto, Burçak Bingöl, Elif Varol Ergen, Zeren Göktan, Zeynep Kayan, Nazlı Eda Noyan, Funda Susamoğlu&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/10407467581</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/10407467581</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 13:42:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>

UNCANNY ENCOUNTERS

Silva Bingaz, Banu Cennetoğlu, Çınar Eslek, Zeren Göktan, Zeynep Kayan, Melisa...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr82vhMKhK1qzvwxb.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;UNCANNY ENCOUNTERS&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Silva Bingaz, Banu Cennetoğlu, Çınar Eslek, Zeren Göktan, Zeynep Kayan, Melisa Önel &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“Uncanny” (Unheimlich) is a concept employed mainly in art and philosophy to describe the unsettling feeling evoked by something that is strange and foreign, yet astonishingly close and familiar at the same time. Uncanniness has ties to a peculiar sense of “déjà vu,” and implies the unpredictable, the unexpected, the unclear, the recalled, and the uncertain. The first encounter with a photograph generates an uncanny feeling. Certain photographs also present a subject, object, or form which can be uncanny, and the photographer’s own approach may render the visual outcome uncanny. If so, does the fact that some photographs strike us as remote or close have something to do with the unconscious? If a photograph can express different meanings to the photographer and to the viewer, how can it be related to the individual memory?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/9968158235</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/9968158235</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Sep 2011 17:11:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>When she looked up at me, her hair was in her face.  I pushed it back with my hands and it was wet...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo4vcpZ4hj1qzvwxb.jpg"/&gt;&lt;i&gt;When she looked up at me, her hair was in her face.  I pushed it back with my hands and it was wet too but not from outside but from crying.  I picked up a tear on my finger and put it in my eyes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Friends are usually the best to rely on what to read.  &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I was five I killed myself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is one of those books, i took the advise and surprise, surprise, again it all was true&amp;#160;: i loved it. &lt;i&gt;Burt&lt;/i&gt;, an 8 year-old boy&amp;#8217;s pure love story you get to know little by little.  Feels like something you know very well, but then it shakes you with its weird intensity.  Below is the famous &lt;i&gt;Oh Mr. Moon&lt;/i&gt;&amp;#8217;s lyrics that Burt remembers from his music lesson at school.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh Mr Moon, Moon&lt;br/&gt;
Bright and Silvery Moon&lt;br/&gt;
Won&amp;#8217;t you please shine down on me.&lt;br/&gt;
Oh Mr Moon, Moon&lt;br/&gt;
Bright and Silvery Moon&lt;br/&gt;
I&amp;#8217;m as blue as I can be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;z.&lt;br/&gt;
July 2011&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/7464830957</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/7464830957</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2011 16:23:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Working on the new book: Reproduction &amp; Infection</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkwgndriTT1qzw5iio1_r1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Working on the new book: Reproduction &amp; Infection&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/5317620704</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/5317620704</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2011 19:16:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk2teg1FIL1qzw5iio1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/4848610751</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/4848610751</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2011 19:03:52 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Curated by Virginia Del Rio &amp; Violeta Niebla</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhww74mkUT1qzw5iio1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Curated by Virginia Del Rio &amp; Violeta Niebla&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/3790421127</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/3790421127</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2011 16:11:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>  </title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf13xxYM6P1qzvwxb.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;EXISTRONG is an exhibition that reaches beyond what we see around, focusing on the individual and the compromises he/she makes in his/her mind and feeds upon directly from this area. This way, it visualizes the unique life experience of the humankind intertwined with mistakes, defects, worries and most important of all, a great sense of excitement. It opens this private area to be shared with sincerity.&lt;br/&gt;
All these works are shaped with the life experiences and devices of the artists who look, see and process what they are seeing. The images that have been created are posed so that it is projected on the layout of the CDA-Projects Gallery, consisting of two rooms and a hall.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;ARTISTS: Selçuk Artut, Dağhan Celayir, Gabriel Jones, Zeynep Kayan, Nazlı Eda Noyan, Civan Özkanoğlu &lt;br/&gt;
CURATOR: Burçak Bingöl&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/2747936104</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/2747936104</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2011 15:09:46 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>

”…John Berger traces in words, moments lived in Europe at the end of the millenium. These moments...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldy6bxgaDM1qzvwxb.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;”&lt;i&gt;…John Berger traces in words, moments lived in Europe at the end of the millenium. These moments are not fiction. They happened.&lt;/i&gt;” writes, at the back of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photocopies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  To tell the truth, it did take me some time to believe in that, till i come across with this one story titled&amp;#160;: ” &lt;i&gt;A friend talking (for Guzine)&lt;/i&gt; “. For who is the beloved wife of &lt;i&gt;Abidin Dino&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Abidine&lt;/i&gt; in Berger&amp;#8217;s own words.  Below, is a part from this short story:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Any image which comes to me about him when alive inevitably includes roads, caravanserai voyages.  He had a traveller&amp;#8217;s vigilance. As Saadi, the Persian wrote: &amp;#8221; He who sleeps on the Road will lose either his hat or his head &amp;#8220;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;z.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/2449041708</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/2449041708</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Dec 2010 14:53:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The Photograph as Contemporary Art by Charlotte Cotton starts with;  If This is Art, refering to...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8asxxz9mF1qzvwxb.jpg"/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Photograph as Contemporary Art&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charlotte Cotton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; starts with;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If This is Art&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, refering to photography as &lt;i&gt;both the document of artistic gesture and a work of art&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Once Upon a Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is in &lt;i&gt;Jeff Wall&lt;/i&gt;&amp;#8217;s words, happens to be the &amp;#8220;&lt;i&gt;farmers&lt;/i&gt;&amp;#8221;: &amp;#8220;.&lt;i&gt;.hunters and farmers, the former tracking down and capturing images, the latter cultivating them over time&lt;/i&gt;&amp;#8221;.  &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deadpan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, not so surprisingly, reminds me the saying &amp;#8220;&lt;i&gt;when you look into the abyss abyss looks back at you&lt;/i&gt;&amp;#8221;, for it&amp;#8217;s being described as &lt;i&gt;we feel our relationship to the people portrayed is direct and that as we look at them, they look back at us&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Something and Nothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, is one of my favorite descriptions of the book, simply for its once being something, and then nothing. For &lt;i&gt;rather than asking how and by whose hand the work of art was made, the question becomes: How did this object come to be here?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Intimate Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, famous for &lt;i&gt;Nan Goldin&lt;/i&gt;, established with &lt;i&gt;Ryan McGinley&lt;/i&gt;, claimed to give a &lt;i&gt;sense&lt;/i&gt; of liberation in the &lt;i&gt;sense&lt;/i&gt; that &lt;i&gt;the persona of the photographer being bound up in the description of his or her life rather than in more stereotypical notions of age and gender with which other practice often deals&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Moments in History&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is kind of a post-modern approach to documentary photography; that r&lt;i&gt;ather than being caught up in the chaotic midst of an event, or at close quarters to individual pain and suffering, photographers choose instead to represent what is left behind in the wake of such tragedies&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Revived and Remade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; starts with &lt;i&gt;Untitled Film Stills&lt;/i&gt; of &lt;i&gt;Cindy Sherman&lt;/i&gt; and finalizes the book and itself with the following: ..the possibilities that postmodernist practice represents for contemporary art photographers: &lt;i&gt;to be able to knowingly shape the subjects that intrigue them, conscious of the heritage of the imagery into which they are entering, and to see the contemporary world through the pictures we already know&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;z. &lt;br/&gt;
September 2010&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/1072246216</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/1072246216</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Sep 2010 19:54:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Another multi-channel video

</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Another multi-channel video&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6t2q1L6EN1qzvwxb.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6t2t2mmIc1qzvwxb.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/919609296</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/919609296</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Aug 2010 19:34:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Rotterdam Dialogues: The Critics, The Curators, The...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l68jyq0UVo1qzw5iio1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l68jyq0UVo1qzw5iio2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l68jyq0UVo1qzw5iio3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rotterdam Dialogues: The Critics, The Curators, The Artists&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Publication by &lt;a href="http://www.wdw.nl/index.php"&gt;Witte de With Center for Contemporary Art&lt;/a&gt;, that i also contributed in artist’s section, arrived home safely.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/867621242</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/867621242</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2010 17:35:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Rabbit Hole

A video we had fun with Hester Israël.
She also is...</title><description>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/13539658" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rabbit Hole&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;A video we had fun with Hester Israël.&lt;br/&gt;
She also is the singer.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/844607429</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/844607429</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2010 06:04:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Video</title><description>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/12518081" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/693496314</link><guid>http://zkayan.tumblr.com/post/693496314</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2010 07:02:00 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
