Art Decor Exhibition “Welcome-Goodbye”
EXHIBITION
YEAR
2003
Design is a Charm – Exhibition
Welcome – Goodbye. Architects and artists were invited by AD Magazine to create interpretations and applications for the theme “Design is a Charm” at Project 4L Gallery. While contributing to this work, we wanted to interpret the transition that is essential to defining our world of thought. For this reason, we requested that the entrance and exit points be dedicated to our work.
Moving from the existing world and spaces to another space or volume should deliver messages to tones, senses, and perceptions, offering a process and environment that purifies what exists. A mental cleanse, between what is left behind and what is arrived at. The threshold, the point where differences intersect.
Welcome – Goodbye. A simple mass, a mysterious box, a radiant object. To enter and exit the exhibition, one must touch it, dive into it, and carve a path. Feeling the wind, swaying, scattering rays, desiring to overcome barriers—purifying by illuminating the eyes and touching the body.
This was the role of Welcome – Goodbye.
Location: Istanbul,Turkey
THE THRESHOLD OF LIGHT AND WIND
The threshold stands—a passage not only between spaces but between moments, between arrivals and departures, between longing and return. It is neither here nor there, yet it is the pulse of movement, the breath of time itself.
Hanging lights sway with the rhythm of invisible hands, trembling like voices caught between words. They are neither still nor restless, neither guiding nor obscuring, but simply existing, shimmering with quiet insistence. Their glow is not fixed; it wavers, shifting with the bodies that pass beneath, like fireflies hesitating before the night swallows them whole.
The visitors come and go. Some pause at the threshold, momentarily held by its quiet presence. Others pass without notice, leaving only the briefest ripple in the fabric, the faintest flicker in the light. Yet each is marked by this space, by the intangible weight of movement, the delicate insistence of impermanence.
This is a space of poetry, of unspoken farewells and unseen welcomes. The wind moves. The lights sway. The curtain rises, falls. And always, the threshold waits, not as a boundary, but as an invitation—a gentle summons to cross, to step into what lies beyond, to carry with us the echoes of where we have been.
For what is architecture, if not the shaping of such moments? A door is not merely a frame; it is the breath between entry and exit. A light is not only illumination; it is the pulse of movement, the silent narrator of space. And a curtain is not just fabric; it is the memory of air, the choreography of the unseen.
Here, in this passage of light and wind, we are all travelers. And the threshold—ever swaying, ever waiting—is the promise that there is always another side, another moment, another step to take.
