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Artist and writer based in Toronto and Istanbul. Telling stories about art and its makers. Interested in the intersection of literary fiction and art writing.
This is a story about monsters. I met one on a hot summer day on the subway to Coney Island.
Ceylan lives in his invented world of dreams. This biosphere turns canvas into atmosphere and light, paint into skin, hair, and blood. In the dark corners of his paintings, he dines with Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres, smokes with Guiseppe Pellizza da Volpedo, and sings with Frida Kahlo.
“We Tell Ourselves Stories” is an international symposium for enunciating and exploring some of the most urgent issues facing young and emerging practitioners in the field of art writing today.
Our physical presence as human beings and the decisions and designs made by robotics give the work a certain anthropomorphic quality, and our perception of machines can be obscured with their seemingly organic behavior.
Colors come from everywhere, and out of every material, including walls and found objects surrounding us: azure blues and bright reds and a very distinct yellow: a deep, saturated saffron with a tint of orange.
Cigdem Asatekin MacInnis 