I think I have loved painting and creating since I was 2 years old. I remember from my elementary school years that I wanted to be a painter when I grew up. My family has always supported me in this regard. From an early age, I have always knew what it was to produce and spend hours in a studio or around a table with the blank paper.. Then, when it was time for university, I had no other thought but to study in an art school. I finished 4 years successfully. Then master. Afterwards, I made productions in the field of contemporary art for about 10 years in my own studioin Istanbul. They were very productive years. I participated in many exhibitions, opened personal exhibitions. On the other hand, I organised lots of colorful workshops for children where we activated our creativity together.
I experienced the biggest change in my life after I moved to Tel Aviv with my husband. I never thought that moving would be such a big change in my life. I remembered saying all the time that i am an artist i can work wherever i am, my desk and my blank paper would be enough. However, artists are fed by their roots, right? When the roots become blurry, our feet will not be able to touch the ground, we will not know where we are and what we are doing. There is always a feeling of strangeness. I also had lost my art social community. The social network I had built for so many years had gradually disappeared. All I wanted was to find the sense of belonging I needed again. I wanted to be able to reconnect with my creativity.
Two years after I moved, I became a mother. After Lavi borned for around two years i couldn’t touch my colors, my brushes , I felt really disconnected to my creative part, and felt gaining this part of mine with my son’s being creative moments. We painted a lot, got messy and had so much fun together.
It was not easy for me to produce art in these first two years, when I was fascinated by motherhood, experienced a lot of emotional ups and downs, and busy with growing up. I needed calmness and an empty mind to be able to paint and think about what I had produced. It was impossible when I was living in a flow of routines that I was racing against the clock, everything was according to Lavi’s rhythm. The creativity in me only emerged when we produced together, spontaneously. It helped me create something again. By tasting the purest form of art with him and children again, we enjoyed the moment of play and process. And I was again surrounded by this new creative process .
Then, illustration projects started to enter my life. It has been a great medium for me to reflect the world and spirit of childhood that I am already in and enjoy very much. At a time when I felt artistically lost, I found my new productive self with these projects. Nature and childhood have become my two favourite themes, new productions gave me the feeling that I am exactly where I need to be. I exist, I produce and I share. In this period when I could hardly connect with the contemporary art, this new way allowed me to breathe and feed and flow my creative spirit in a more free way.
In that period exactly, yoga entered my life like a slow unfolding.. At first i wasn’t aware the deeper side of the yoga.. It was movement something that made my body feel good. But slowly something began to shift.. over time i realised yoga wasn’t only a practice on mat it.s a way of living. it is actually the life itself.
when i spent hours drawing, painting i thought creation was only about what my hands could produce… But somewhere along the way i realised that creating also happens in silence in how we breath, how we move how we feel..
