self port
stroke

forever

 

 

pollock SPR4Y

pollock SPR4Y (a fascist vandalisation), unique digital print on pillow, 2015

 

 

Bora Akinciturk wants nothing but evolution. As the sun dissapears into the purple sky, his mother steps on the gas on the empty highway, trying to get away from who knows what and the 6 year old Bora Akinciturk dreams of meteors crashing the surface of the earth. One of these days the sky will tear and we will see the forgotten stars. After all, Bora Akinciturk has created "Bora Akinciturk" to be a constantly mutating organic avatar holding an IKEA Necro-Golem Neon Pack. His act as the "artist" is a justification and an excuse to pursue this unknown metamorphosis (HQ). As Bora Akinciturk watches Buffy The Vampire Slayer drinking Diet Coke he thinks he is a painter and an artist. Immediately after, he struggles to quit believing this cogitation since he can never be a painter and an artist at the very moment when he is watching Buffy The Vampire Slayer and drinking Diet Coke. He knows that at that moment he is just a human watching Buffy The Vampire Slayer drinking Diet Coke.Unfortunately he also knows that he is a human watching Buffy The Vampire Slayer drinking Diet Coke who thinks he is a painter and an artist. He takes this identification paradox he battles with as a starting point in his idea of change. This "change" whatever it may be, is what Bora Akinciturk is after. Bora Akinciturk wants to become an impossiblity, a one of a kind glitch, a high definition lie, a boring riddle.

Forever: Possible Immortalities is a great example of this poor attempt to shift into the beatnik stand he tries to act out.

- John De Guijoord, Antwerp, Cryo-Destructivsm & Zero Art Comission Founder

 

spaxe

 

The world of art is overwhelmingly liberal and forward looking. Unless you start following the money into Charles Saatchi's bank account, the mood, content and operating assumptions of contemporary art are strikingly leftwing, from Bob and Roberta Smith's cute posters to Jeremy Deller's people's art. The consensus is so progressive it does not need saying.

Bora Akinciturk has never signed up to that consensus. I am not saying he is rightwing. I am definitely not saying he is "racist". But throughout his career, from a nostalgia for lo-fi cassette tapes to a more unsettling affinity for prophets, he has delighted in provoking us.
His new exhibition of grand, relentless photomontages, videos and paintings restates his defiant desire to offend on a colossal scale. I could almost hear him at my shoulder asking: "Are you annoyed yet?"

At times this exhibition is like going on a tour of east London with one of Rokit's less presentable sales people. Just look at that portrait of Prophet Ali rising behind the mountain like the sun. And here is a poster calling for a studio visit because a painting was removed from the exhibition?
Far from being scared, this artist is bold as brass. No one is asking Akinciturk to go over the top and plumb the psychic depths of the world. In these turbulent and estranging works, he gives voice to the divided reality of a community at one and the same time gloriously plural and savagely bigoted.

No other artist today portray their own time and place with theirritating curiosity that Akinciturk displays here. His own life is starkly visible, as he walks around his local streets in Stoke Newington, collecting the evidence of drug-fuelled mayhem and looking at the latest graffiti.
What is he really trying to say? Wrong question. Good art does not have a single "message". It is a mirror of the age.
Bora Akinciturk makes art that doesn't care if it matters. It wants you to first argue with it, and then kiss and make up. It wants you not to think. It wants to be part of you. At the centre of it is a man in love with everything he sees.

-Danny Duffel, writes for "No Way of Seeing"and was on the jury for the 2009 Wölfli Prize

 

 

uok

 

lol

 

 

plan 3

w00f

w00f

w00f

 

"So messed up I want you here
And in my room I want you here
And now we're gonna be face to face
And I'll lay right down in my favorite place
Yeah you know what that is

Now I want to be your dog
Now I want to be your dog
Now I want to be your dog
(C'mon) (I want to be your dog you know it)"

 

genel 3

w00f

 

 

abs1

untitled abstraction 1, acrylic on 115 lbs bristol paper, 30x42cm

 

abs2

untitled abstraction 2, acrylic on 115 lbs bristol paper, 30x42cm

 

abs3

untitled abstraction 3, acrylic on 115 lbs bristol paper, 30x42cm

 

abs4

untitled abstraction 4, acrylic on 115 lbs bristol paper, 30x42cm

 

 

whyddu

"why dd u unfollow?" unique digital print on canvas, 2015, 150x100cm

 

 

new h

0
Before there was time, before there was anything, there was nothing. Then the universe began to exist. She stood shifting, accepting the unreality of the scene as a part of her own dream-like sensation. Colours were bright, bells were ringing, she was dancing. It would not have surprised her to feel a summer breeze on her face, or to see the lights among the boughs and candies reduplicated in the arch of a starry sky. The strange solitude about her was no stranger than the sweetness of being alone in it together. . Why is there something rather than nothing? To be or not to be that is the question. Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer the stings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or take up arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing them, end them?

1
The day before life to come was not existent. The tide stood still, echoing the simulated smirk of sanity. Astonishing avatars and the wondrous shrine of time rose as a reminder of the glorious days to come. As the sun set behind the waves of myriad, wind whistled about prolongation to those who believed. Only stones and rocks were left behind to tell a tale, a tale they had never heard of. A tale of alienation and evolution.

2
A sun shined on a planet. It burned everyday. It burned Time.
Cities of prosperity and velvet laid out like infinite bee hives.
The new human will not be human.
The new human will show no interest in ideologies.
And they will march down the war-torn streets of the so called modern world.
Endless passages lead to the mighty temples of the new human.
Night and day were clones. .
The world rushed in a circle and turned on its axis and time was busy burning the years and the people.
As the sun radiated on the temple of theory, the gods were smiling.
The new human was happy to watch and learn. The steps that lead to her are infinite, they thought.
Thinking beyond thought, being of non-being,
Certainty without reason and vision beyond seeing.
Everything and nothing, both infinite and finite. 
Where nothing escapes or travels beyond light. 
A time without end, when all exists for all eternity;
Fascinating paradox, this thing called infinity. 
The head that floats atop the ziggurat, they believed, was eternal.
Colossal columns held the temple of theory together.
They fed the head atop the ziggurat.
With deathless consciousness and omnipresent intelligence.
Watching it internally. And judging it.
And when night came the doors that once opened for her eyes only,
closed to those who did not believe in the head,
the head that floats atop the ziggurat.

3
(0800 erotic ads and sound effects + a gutar solo by deniz blendax over a funky erotic phone sex funk track and some sun scream sprayin erotic frp)

4
(this is where we see some currency logos, a sad face and the god of hand gestures as she educates a demon, we see how animals came to exist with the help of bats and a cool head-shot scene from unreal tournement, capture the flag)

5
So on earth when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over what is left behind and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the remaining city, and all that road going, and all the animals dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Cairo I know the children cried in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is mute? The evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of immortality, I even think of the old divine being, the father we never found, I think of immortality.

 

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REFERENCES:

0
Selden and Lily stood still, accepting the unreality of the scene as a part of their own dream-like sensations. It would not have surprised them to feel a summer breeze on their faces, or to see the lights among the boughs reduplicated in the arch of a starry sky. The strange solitude about them was no stranger than the sweetness of being alone in it together.
(Edith Wharton, "The House of Mirth")

0
"The first question which should rightly be asked," " Why is there something rather than nothing?"
G.W.F. Leibniz,

0
" To be or not to be, that is the question;
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them?"
William Shakespare "Hamlet"

2
The sun burned every day. It burned Time. The world rushed in a circle and turned on its axis and time was busy burning the years and the people anyway, without any help from him. So if he burnt things with the firemen, and the sun burnt Time, that meant that everything burnt! (3.231)
Ray Bradbury "Fahrenheit 451"

2
Thinking beyond thought, being of non-being,
Certainty without reason and vision beyond seeing.
Everything and nothing, both infinite and finite. 
Where nothing escapes or travels beyond light. 
A time without end, when all exists for all eternity;
Fascinating paradox, this thing called infinity. 
An end without an ending, 
From here to eternity, and back to the beginning; 
An endless sojourn
From which there is no return.
For, there was, and yet, never is a beginning,
And there never will be an ending;
Only, an end, continually becoming.

~ Gene Margolis ~

5
"So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty."
Jack Kerouac "On The Road"

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apip

desktop1

desktop 1, acrylic on canvas, 40x40cm

 

donald

Donald Smoking, acrylic on canvas, 35x45cm

 

abstract

Abstraction, acrylic on canvas, 25x30cm

 

outside

Outside the Inside, acrylic on canvas, 25,5x25,5cm

 

soyut den

a walk in the park, acrylic on canvas, 40x30cm

 

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the video w00f w00f was shot in 2011using a

Konica Minolta Dimage E500 5MP Digital Camera 3x Optical Zoom

the music is composed by Serhan Arcag from Fino Blendax in December 2014 when I was in Vienna.

This video can only be played on a laptop, desktop or an ipad/iphone/iphoto placed inside a dog kennel. So what you're doing now is wrong.

© Bora Akinciturk 2011