Sen, günboyu gördüğüM güzel yüzlerden sadece biri.
They are all I have been loved by, forgotten by...
That's the thin line of time. / Hard to follow, easy to get lost.
After me comes the flood.
Nothingness
What are the ingredients, what makes a great photograph? Silence, time, nothingness?
When I look at a photo I don't want to see shapes representing a piece of memory; when I look at a photo I want to feel a vivid dream, a vivid fantasy. The photo must be a frozen section of time; like a paused movie... When I press the play button; however, in my head, I must revive all my emotions all my realities into one horror frame, into one love scene, or into one action moment...
What makes a great photography? The viewer's ability to imagine? The photographer's personal experiences? Timeless and spaceless nature of a frame? The nothingness, perhaps!
