Habip Aydoğdu

I love the process of painting. Every time I start a new painting, I embark on a journey into the unknown. I don't know which thought will take shape, which form it will assume. I can't predict in which symbols the joys and pains I feel at that moment will manifest. Of course, I start from a thought. But I don't know what will come my way on the road. With this sense of uncertainty, it's as if I'm trying to bring the painting hidden within the depths of that canvas into the daylight. In reality, my emotions and thoughts are there too. The traces of pain and happiness experienced anywhere in the world are present there as well.
The atmosphere in our country is unusually dark and frightening. Life is multidimensional and truly complex. References to conflicts, explosions, ethnic and sectarian animosities that have been happening in our region have started to enter my paintings through small symbols. Sometimes, it brings the color red to the forefront, and other times, it transforms into symbols reminiscent of sacrifice. I try to create as much room as possible for improvisation in my paintings. I lean towards unconventional forms, stains, and lines. I try to convey to the viewer that the act of painting is a performance. Art is my world, my life. When I can't work, life becomes meaningless to me, and I don't feel well. Living with the hope that this world, woven with lines, colors, and symbols, can also be the world of the viewer, I try to create with this belief.