A Manifest: Spiral Sanat
Welcome to the welcome signboard.
Always something on my mind.
I want to write an opening statement, considering the fact my only fear in life is forgetting, for this fear I tried to write the things I knew (and the things that I should not forget) in notebooks for a while.
Taking the first step is also the most difficult part of achieving something. Firstly, there is no measure to say “achievement” for this organization. Secondly, I have never understood what is the first step. Let’s start from the second one.
What?
I've always been astonished that the seeds of some flowers fly, and end up in irrelevant places. For the sake of the ecosystem, but involuntarily, they do this event in such a correct and unflawed way that I would call it "divine order" if I wasn't ashamed.
Thanks to my shame, I’ll name my thoughts as “Divine Disorganization” . Although, I have not experienced an traumatic event which might affect my psychology (I hope it goes on like this), being a person that can slurp troubles, tensions, fears and depression with a soup spoon, is tragicomic, unpleasant, and at the same time highly unimportant to the universe, like a seed that broke away from an angelic dandelion, fell on Mount Etna. Even more, when I view this from a different standpoint, I am also ashamed of “Divine Disorganization” term. There is nothing divine, there is only “disorganization”.
-Note: As it can be understood from the passage above, we all read “No Longer Human” from Osamu Dazai.-
Moreover, I’m not much of a disorganized person. I can even say that I’m organized compared to my peers. I have a severe symmetry obsession, and yes, my desktop is neat as a pin.
As you can see we are off topic, because I’m not the disorganized one; thoughts flying into my head from the outside are disorganized. The things which go around in my head all the time, they spin on an irregular basis.
Ironically, whenever I share what’s on my mind with my dear friends, they stare at me in a mystified way; cross their eyes and spin them accordingly my thoughts. Well, I just say “Okay then, you're bats too. We will return to this topic later on”, nothing more.
Ironically, It turned out that it wasn't me who was right, it was the flower that produced the seeds that flew into our heads, and when we all started spinning at the same time, we saw that we had captured a beautiful geometric shape together.
Illusion.. things spinning in our head... a process where we are fed by Junji Ito's drawings... We can say that we did not make a great effort to find a name.
Spiral made the rest. Thanks to our lovely symbol, whose growth and contraction depends exactly on what you want to see when you look, people that went nuts in last few years came back, we gathered. Bizarrely, I kept my promise to those who I said “We will return this topic later on”. We turned back to that topic in a different time. Now.
Like Junji Ito's illustrations in Uzumaki, the spiral madness spread throughout the village. This time we went mad by saying "we can make this!", even more; "we can also make that if we can make this!".
Even if you did not count the previous steps, we took millions of steps in this period.
We started to keep everything in mind like "first thing to do", "second thing to do" and "future plans". We did not create a category like “things that we can not do”.
If we were neat people, neat as my desktop, we would not go nuts, we would know where it started first, what was the first step, and that would also create the category of “things that we can not do”.
You are an egoist.
Shut your mouth.
What is our aim?
If we had an aim to achieve something, our mission would be really easy. We would make a plan for being a good blog page and successfully highlight the work of all team members who make visual artworks; then, we'd gain audience on YouTube and then we'd move on to inviting celebrities to podcasts. However, as we shuttle between first steps, we always told each other: “What would happen if no one read our articles, or they do not show any interest? They also do not have an interest now. At least we would have a motivation to learn something and show ourself what we learned. This started to become a topic in our circle of friends and we were supported by them too, we said OK then, “we will let people show us their work, instead of keeping them to only themselves; and then we can collaborate and walk together.”.
I don’t have an idea about others, but I already have the feeling of success. Recently, someone I really like listening to their songs joined the team, and now we listen her works together.
I guess we will have achieve a fantastic progression, while we are not aware of, because we got this comfort.
After a while, like I made it in my previous works at other blogs, I will return to my old articles and see this one; then I will be aware of the progress and time. As I said, I’m afraid of forgetting things, just a little bit.
I presume that I will have a bittersweet joy at the moment of realization, as this newly created spiral is endless. A thing that will never satisfy and fulfill, because of its illusive nature.
It will be bittersweet, as we'll see that we're caught up in a flow that will not be completed, but also there will be joy.
Of course, there will be joy. Who does not love an illusion?
Exactly, I really love spirals. Happened by a single wrong line that you draw wrong while you are just trying to draw a simple ring, and it goes on an on forever. This article started like that too. I just clicked on wrong letters while I was trying to state our first steps and future plans, that’s all. I'm going to press more different letters, and even more. Moreover, I'm not alone in this. I am proud of this amazing combination of mistakes and loops.
As I said before, there were always something spinning in my head. Now, I'm pretty sure that one of them is Spiral. Like a black hole, now I can see it getting bigger and bigger as I swallow all the shapeless, powerless things that revolve in my head.
I’m glad to share same things.
Me too.
*This article was originally written in Turkish and translated by Gokce Karagok.
