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Who is Asik Mene?

Asik Mene's Paintings

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The Continious flow of our lives in our minds makes the comprhenison of present time impossible.That's why our thoughts and dreams are concentric.Reality that art is based on is just like the wind. To be able to catch this movement, the continious transformation in my drawings, I do not fix my figure in yesterday, today or tomorrow ,but in complete timelessness.

Whenever I fell that I preceive I rush myself into that non-dimensional and timless hell where plastic transformation comes true. I re-create reality as a main way and then I melt it away.When the efforts of deformation come to the end of their adventure and become unbearable , ascension replaces the way, the original reality of existence .From Then on Ibring my work to its initial state. In this period reality is transformed into a new dimension. After living a hellish adventure , carrying the dirt and residue of time, it then becomes an ecstasy that the characteristics of birth, growth and exhaution simultaneously.

When I talk about a changing point of time I mean that I always have an aim; that my art cannot be consumed by repetitive observation. I want every spot that becomes an image im my painting to be able to invitr free associations of ideas just like a tunning fork. Relating to this, I believe painting is a kind of energy that marks the truth about everything reflected in my paintings judges as forgettable and unforgettable at the same time. looking from another point of view, my art should be a imaginary orld that will connect the lifestyle and outcry of the anguished Mediterranean people, who were not able to possess the qualities and identity of a contemporary society.

As a result, if the plastic I am trying to analyze, in surface and volume, transform into a work of art, it should be open to free associations and recreation. When I re-view my completed painting. I see a kind of conspiracy against the soul. I never find it difficult to find a theme for my painting, because deep inside ourselves there are always many sleeping beauties we aren't aware of, waiting for a touch, a sound, a word to wake up.