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piste@aurec_0899-1
A Diving crew. The arctic ocean. The rhythmic push and glide of steel blades on frozen water. The click and clack of the ice. The blowing wind and the bitter cold. The moment of diving. The feel of freezing cold wate. The atmosphere. The water all around us. We are also there.
Erdem Helvacioglu [xii-08]
piste@aurec_0899-1.1
oeuvre@24284
A fire dance. The first spark. Amazing sound of fire. The feel of buring waves through the air. Hypnotizing and tranquilizing image and sound. Sometimes elegant, sometimes aggressive, sometimes rhythmic and sometimes not. But always beautiful.
Erdem Helvacioglu [xii-08]
piste@aurec_0899-1.2
oeuvre@25806
The fascinating sound of glass marbles. All dropping. Simultaneously. Hitting the ground. Bouncing on the floor. Going their separate ways. Rolling and turning. Some like giant balls. Some like tiny drops. Scattering. All coming to rest. Wonderful memory of the lead crystal marbles.
Erdem Helvacioglu [xii-08]
piste@aurec_0899-1.3
oeuvre@25807
A man. A blurred image in the mirror. A closer and deeper look. Is it he? Who is this stranger? A painful journey into his inner self. Search for the meaning of existence. Salvation. Atonement.
Erdem Helvacioglu [xii-08]
piste@aurec_0899-1.4
oeuvre@25808
An elderly lady. Lying in her death bed. A dim room. Only memories in the air and her mumblings. Flashbacks. Scenes from childhood. Echoes of joy. Sorrows. Struggling to survive. Miseries. Illusions. Disillusions. Dreams. Agonies. Ups and downs. So many things yet to be done. But no time left. No one around. Bursts of anger. Last words. Last breath.
Erdem Helvacioglu [xii-08]
piste@aurec_0899-1.5
oeuvre@25809