Photography is an alive thing which we find something from us inner of it. These works, which i called it "I was...", are try to reflect the human kind in photography.

Human being fill the life of photography.

As Balzac said; when a person took someone's photograph, that person stole one layer from his or her life. In other words, photographer stole that moment of the person's life.

So, the living flow into that photograph.

Poe, showed us, taking a life with brush strokes in his "Oval Portrait". When the painter made the painting, he gazed his model and he took one part of the model's life by brush strokes step by step. When the painting was finished, at that moment painter said that "Yes, this was the life!" and his model was not alive.

In my gallery, I am trying to show you the people, whose some layers of their life's was stolen by taking their photograph. In that case, you are stealing a stolen things; the moments of the people was killed by me with photography...

None of less, man kind ejects the life to the photograph.

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Fotografa hayat veren icindeki insandir. Bir fotografin icinde hayat olmasi onun icindeki insana baglidir.

Balzac'in dedigi gibi, her fotografta cektigimiz insanin hayatindan bir "layer", bir seffaf sayfasini calariz.

Buradan gelebilecegimiz yer; caldigimiz o hayat, fotografin icine akmistir olarak anlatilabilir.

Poe'nun "Oval Portre"sinde, ressam her firca darbesinde modelinin hayatindan calmistir ve resim bittiginde, ressam "iste hayat bu!" dedigi anda modeli olmustur; hayat resime gecmistir.

Burada, hayatlarindan caldigim insanlarin; calinmis olanlari; tekrar sizin de calmanizi sagliyorum. Belki de fotograf ile o insanlarin oldurdugum anlarini, caldigim seffaf layerlarini caldiriyorum sizlere. Calinmis olani caliyorsunuz bir kere daha...

Ne olursa olsun; insan, fotografin hayatidir.