Put on My Geneva Armour

 

by Ogulcan Arslan from Istambul, Turkey

 
 

“(...) There is no weapon like words, no armor against words.”

Jurgen, James Branch Cabell 

 
 
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For me, photographs are like words. Or better; they are letters, punctuations, and words. 

 
 
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When they come together, they form narratives — even though sometimes a single photograph can tell us the whole story —.

The fact that I’m using photographs on their own, or with diptych and tryptch, resembles creating a sequence of words to form a sentence. When the correct sequence is established, every line hinges on the previous one. 

 
 
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I can foresee the final sentence of this story. Like a lightening in the sky; brightening the room first and thunder thereafter prolongs the feeling of that illumination until the nature settles down. 

 
 
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What I struggle to describe within me is in the metaphors of these charged photographs. 

 
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It’s not difficult to be a good person in Geneva. But it is far from simple. You feel like the ugly duckling among the noble swans. 

 
 
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Switzerland’s chosen color is red. Still everywhere I look is in turquoise: the lake, the sidewalks, the whole city. Unnerving. 

 
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My soul drifts from darkness to light, lightness to dark. Without feeling a moment of belonging, I’m in pieces. 

 
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