Table for Birds//
Performative - Book - Object
The Crumbs Are Serrated Day to Day
Gathering Stacked Pieces,
In the middle of the void
They dispersed at every daybreak
The Birds Came Every Day
Rahmi Said Birds love empty Spaces.
They Came Every Day
They dispersed and left
Then came back
and went back
Next, they Repeated
and then and after then...
All the crumbs
Day to day, they were knurled.
During a period, daily, I fed some birds. They love crumbs, likewise Linsen Suppe. Valide Han is historic Han ın Eminönü, Istanbul. We are on the roof of the next building. Here used as a gallery terrace. This is an empty space; there is no more history remains. Like the crumbs, past was also knurled day to day.
The Crumbs Are Serrated Day to Day Gathering Stacked Pieces, In the middle of the void They dispersed at every daybreak The Birds Came Every Day Rahmi Said Birds love empty Spaces. They Came Every Day They dispersed and left Then came back and went back Next, they Repeated and then and after then... all the crumbs Day to Day, were knurled.
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Table for Birds, 02.10.21
Performed in Valide Han, Blok Art Space.
Guest performance for Sevinç Altan We Ate The Birds
*Thanks for Sevinç Altan and her Friedns.
*located in the hanlar region of Istanbul. the Valide Han is a 17th-century building and is known as the largest city in.
“We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths, and so we ate them. We wanted their feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings, we wanted to fly as they did, soar freely among the treetops and the clouds, and so we ate them. We speared them, we clubbed them, we tangled their feet in glue, we netted them, we spitted them, we threw them onto hot coals, and all for love, because we loved them. We wanted to be one with them. We wanted to hatch out of clean, smooth, beautiful eggs, as they did, back when we were young and agile and innocent of cause and effect, we did not want the mess of being born, and so we crammed the birds into our gullets, feathers and all, but it was no use, we couldn’t sing, not effortlessly as they do, we can’t fly, not without smoke and metal, and as for the eggs we don’t stand a chance. We’re mired in gravity, we’re earthbound. We’re ankle-deep in blood, and all because we ate the birds, we ate them a long time ago, when we still had the power to say no.”
-Margaret Atwood , 2007 , The Tent
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