Spring is not near, it’s here 💫

Merve Morkoç

Body as sculpture, voice as its echo.
Like a fence with porous boundaries, always shifting.
A detective of dubious attempts, chasing the heavy
and the barely graspable.

Process over permanence, movement over resolution.
An ongoing experiment where form is but a momentary pause —punctuated by Notes app poetry.

Don’t be afraid to suffer—take your heaviness / and give it back to the earth’s own weight / the mountains are heavy, the oceans are heavy. ∆ Rainer Maria Rilke, from Sonnets to Orpheus ∆

Artificial spring, powered by DC motors and batteries—because reality wasn’t blooming fast enough.

Wearable Sculpture
2022