2016. Aug. 5-27
Following a quiet indication of a person who walked the area in the past,
I hit a white wall; A wall that is so majestic and extraneous.
I stand on the wall, stare at the border, and I become to realize the emergence of peculiar scenery
that is created due a place called dam that came into existence.
It started one summer, The summer which I spotted fractured pieces of now-gone-residents’
lives on the bottom of the water. In the steamy hot air which rises underneath the blazing sun,
the picture in front of my eyes sways as if it is revealing the traces of the village
that existed once before. Seeing things re-emerging,
from the bottom of the dark water to the brighter surface, I feel a queer sensation:
I sense the boundary as known as the surface of the water, slowly vanishing and,
instead a mirage that recalls the memories of the past sways in front of my eyes.
I step firmly on the dried up lake shore, walk around the village that once belonged there,
and see the traces of the past.
Before I know, I was mesmerized by the water and the wall that create this place.
Inside the thick concrete wall, a silent and endless world extends out.
There, the flow of time is felt somehow calm and unhurried. Tranquility is felt,
as if you are looking down inside the well,
and unknown scraps ooze out from the bottom of dim dark water.
It triggers and deepens my curiosity towards the space.
The abundant water wavers, and the surface is reflected intricately.
Every now and then, something that is kept quietly inside the water sways out to the surface
and sways away, just like drifting clouds in the sky.
The small fractures of incidents seem like they are happening at a space somewhere
that is liberated from gravity, or a stage that is lit up with a contrast of brightness and darkness.
Nature and Human. As I am fascinated by the vividly contrasted visions that are created by the
two entities, my approach towards the mystical elements of the space called dam proceeds.