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How often are we in a surrounding and actively pay attention to how it makes us feel? What does the place emote and does that make a difference to ourselves? In the Dead Sleepy series, I wanted to create an ambiguity within  landscapes that are both classic and urban.

I have placed myself in various locations to appear either dead or asleep. Visually there is a fine line between the two if we exclude the temporal aspect, a newly deceased person may appear to be asleep until they erode and become part of the earth.

I have covered myself with a plastic sheet that depending on the light and the way it is draped over my body appears as either a white bed sheet or a ravaged body bag. The same material became the covering of my corpse or my nude body asleep. The connotations of the place I am in and the differences in my body posture oscillate between these two states, one temporary and one permanent.

The viewer has to be actively involved to decipher or decode what has happened or is happening. In less than a moment I change between living and dead, in another moment where I am dead, I become a suicidal exhibitionist or a victim of a crime.




The translation of the word palabra from Spanish to English is word but the Turkish word palavra means a lie or bogus.  Words have power and although the saying goes a “picture is worth a thousand words”, this is not always true.

A single word or a paragraph can have power that ranges from ability to change people temporarily or the whole world permanently.

Everyone has unpleasant parts or events in their lives that they prefer to forget about, sometimes no good ever comes from nostalgic nightmares.

Something that is very personal to me, and something perhaps that most people I know don’t know about me is that, the words that can be seen on this image was uttered to me.  The letters read something that is obviously not pleasant but when put into context, it was debilitating at the time.

In 2008, I was raped.

I will not talk about the whirlwind of emotions and traumas that this caused but even after many years, I still remember the words my attacker said to me afterwards.  I wanted to take away the power of the word by breaking it apart and recreating it photographically.  Each of the letters is an anonymous mark on the walls that had no choice but be written on.

I am sharing my experience completely openly, probably despite what majority of my friends would advise me.  It is shocking that there is an estimate of 60,000 to 95,000 rape victims per year in England and Wales.

PalabrasAs one of those individuals, it was the emotional side that hurt me more.  Talking about it was the most healing.  I hope that people speak out and not be afraid.