Criticisms-Engin Turgut

A kite experience over sea upon
Rıfat Koçak's picture

There are are honest travels without deceit and lie while going towards the picture! I cannot know if it is required to beseech of being empty but the gins also patrols in the picture. The canvas can break down after lovemaking. The canvases also have situations their injuries are covered with songs, made of beard! There is the wish of seeing the back of a hard wearing goodbye as rolling our spirits to the beginning, maybe not leaving the breast of life, the betrayal can be defeated by the brush bumps of artist here... The poisons of dreams had been emptied, a glass sky had been in pieces! I am one the people who believe those major defeats, how the seas look to the rocks, to big purity that its breed does not run out stubbornly. I defend a honest art, the one that is true in many lived "civilized" infamies. I want that Let's setle accounts mutually with our fingers, hands, spirits, let's communicate with smells, gaps, fears. Let's be daydreamer, let it happen?..

The artist Rifat, painting pictures as holding the tail of night. He knows how to be friends with light, wind, his every pain. He transforms the element that he felt it most closely to himself to the figure again as carrying it from the multi figured life to the out of sesses. Are there any stories in his pictures? I do not know but, it is definite that the spectators do not take them as stories! Maybe he submits the melancholic of a shamefaced balance between the spectators and what is watched... His new picture exhibition that he named as"Balıkların gecesi" (Night of Fishes), made me thought much. I wonder that the artist interrogates what the fishes want to say something to people at the backs of those mechanical lives, the fishes' freedoms that also makes holes in skies? So that; are not the fishes easygoing and the cruel voice voyagers?.. The Artist Rifat has the maturity of painting pictures like heaven at young age...

He has the taste of being someone who tries to run after himself as rumpling his nose to the cardboard lives. The artist can be had gone into the bottom of his spirit to the names of land, air and fire here... The republic of fishes can be bringing us the breath of sky, because I did not see any beauty that does not work with hearth in our world where even the real behaviors are confusion...

If only the artisans utter that the computers, synthetic lives, artificial spirits do not have sugar tastes, please let's give ear to the content, truth. Rifat is the space educator, too large lines can wait for a while. Free keys can go into the inside. The speed completes the night. It can jump rope in streets as jumping from connotation places. The child who flies his kite with insistence, hold the hand of detail wealthy? A line of that beautiful song crossed in my mind: "The fish does not think, because it knows everything." I am a poet! What shall I say, let your fishes, seas, nights, dreams be many!.

Engin Turgut