Yes, it’s alive—no, it’s not.

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 ∆

Yes, it’s alive—no, it’s not.
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The fragile tension between the blade and the balloon mirrors the vulnerability of skin, the anticipation of rupture always present. It is a quiet confrontation with touch, risk, and the illusion of control.

Live Performance

2021