Nezihe Bilen Ate\u015f always interprets a misty body. These are the uncertainties poured into the fog and body. Just like a vapor that gets out of hand just when the eye catches it\u2026 A curving body, a meat that turns into an eye, forelock falling down to the face, and a mist coming up suddenly upon us\u2026 Nezihe spreads this uncertain layer. An uncertainty spreading like a tile blinking at Zen sensitivity. A cloudy taste going away like a breath blown to glass. The artist forms bodies\u2026 Soul of a woman trying to stand up\u2026 And again tired bodies rising against patriarch and a mist that floats into our eyes\u2026 A tulle made of breath blinking at poetry.<\/p>\n
Elongating faces\u2026 The artist paints looks that shorten suddenly.<\/p>\n
The looks that spread and temper to hope remain behind\u2026 In the erased retina. What remains from those faces, from the looks, from the curving skin?<\/p>\n