Photography and written fragments from one small hill.
Round and Round
For me the word “round” has connotations of a circle of friends that tell in order how they are doing and what happened to them this week. Now this lovely word has become part of the military jargon.
On one level, the use of this word is kind of blurring the violence and horror of war. And on the other hand, the truth is revealed through him, the lack of scope in this violence, that keeps spinning us round and round.
I am a Turkish American writer and photographer. I work in short-form prose, poetic fragments, and photography. I don’t photograph the event; I photograph the moment after the event. A few things that stay with me: Plato’s Cave, Oberg’s Culture Shock, and Beethoven’s Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours. My greatest teacher was my college philosophy professor, Sister Jane Sullivan, who taught me how to think and how to see.
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