Addressing Studio Creative Practice | VA505

There are countless human living on this earth. Every single one of them has peculiar behaviors, each person has their own gestures, each person has a unique way of speaking, walking, eating. These infinite number of humans which has infinite ways of expressing themselves, make the world an amazing place for observation. People have an interest in what is different from them, starting from a very early age. It is quite exciting for children to watch adults' lives. I remember when I was little, I used to love watching my dad shave, his face covered in white foam; shaving looked like a fantastic experience to me. Whenever he was shaving, I would run to him, stand in front of the mirror and watch him. This is my oldest memory of the pleasure I get from watching someone. I think we all grow up watching others, observing how they live, and that is what shapes our character. Human observation is like an innate instinct that helps us learn about life. But I cannot restrict human observati

  When  I was thinking about “who I am" I was telling this little story about me and my sister’s mysterious night walks – how we used to look inside other people’s home. That habit of observing stranger’s life stayed with me. I feel like anywhere in the street or any random place can create a movie scene if you observe in that perception. Watching other people’s behaviors and creating stories about their lives in my head is a part of my personality. I am interested in their daily lives, what are they doing right now in this place, where they will go from here? What are their habits and rituals, which season is their favorite? These questions and more, makes me curious about different “ways of living”.  I observe people unconsciously,   I find myself isolated from where I am, watching someone walking down the street. I must say, I do not make this observation to understand people’s behaviors and to be able to “design” something for their needs. Although I have studied architecture,

I like to think that there is no way to create an idea that is one hundred percent “unique".  But, what unique is the way we interpret “words”. I find playing with words very enjoyable. I was trying to write about “who I am”  and the purpose of my writing was not expressing myself or my works. The writing was for my pleasure, for my self-discovery through words.    s oft light accompanies me in my room in my dark room dark room   I love to reveal a certain kind of  feeling. (Or maybe a feeling that is undefined.) I care not only about the feelings behind words but also about their appearances, their physical shapes. Creating a visual aesthetic with using only letters can be a challenge sometimes. It is difficult for your brain to abstract a word from its meaning, I like to challenge myself until the meaning of a word disappears and transform into a “figure”. there is an example of my attempt to visualize “my thought on who I am.”:

Sometimes I feel like I have been sent to the world  t o challenge people around me  with my endless negativity,  my criticism about everything  and my anxieties about life.  Fortunately, they are very good at dealing with my negative energy. I remember in my childhood I was in love with being on my own, in my room. My room was my sacred place. I was a bit melancholic even when I was a little girl, I guess. I still love being melancholic for no reason. I love spending the night in my room with soft light accompanying me. With my sister, we used to love walking at the streets when it is dark outside, when people turn on the light in their rooms. Other apartments, other people’s light was very mysterious to us. We would get a glimpse of the lives inside these apartments. I must confess, I still love looking through stranger’s curtains, on my night walks. I love to think about their lives, I just love looking at out of the corner of my eyes at a woman, sitting on her couch, she is jus