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HICRAN CIGDEM YORGANCIOGLU

legend records the following :

For billions of years man / woman and other kinds have been waiting for her and finally she was BORN in late 20th century 01.07.1968 to be precise in a city of two continents. She came on EARTH with a laughter rather than a cry and maybe she was a GODDESS OF CLOUDS AND SKY. She was called by a name of a wild and artistic flower usually found in the mountains. Her sudden movements caused earthquakes and she tasted the sweet smell of art as her first baby food. She grew up in a seashell and she will be waxed at the end with her art. Actually she has possession of nothing except herself like everybody else does if they notice it. So she is, was and will be an ordinary and splendid human being. She has been raised by her family and enjoyed her childhood in spite of her decentralized attitude toward anything.

Me and some of my paintings

THE ADVENTURE BEGAN WITH ALLIGATORS IN A RIVER

She completed her education in the Faculty of Administrative Sciences as a Bachelor of Arts in Business Administration and Economics at a pastoral university with a fantastic view.

She hollowed out channels for rivers THERE and she entered in a new contest in the land of business. She has worked for some companies and currently working for one of them for her career development. But her heart belongs to ART!!!

SHE SAID THE FOLLOWING .

I have been flirting and dancing with colours, compositions and abstracts ever since I accidentally found daddy's paintings in a bookshelf at the age of 6. His paintings, style and trials were far more creative than the pictures hanging on the wall. This may have been the FIRST INSPIRATION and perhaps the greatest contribution for me. I noticed that art was and would be inevitable in my life. I have got the feeling that I may even modify the universe or at least recreate it. I do not have a baby (at least for the time being) to assure the future of humanity. Fertility for me may be art itself. I started to listen with eyes, smell with brain and touch by heart. All the pictures and paintings that are created are timeless and universal. There is some intention and purpose. The paintings may be primitive or conceptual or may seem and be sometimes irrational. But they are not descriptive and not subjective at all. So this may be the purpose and intention. You may see the significant tension between order and disorder, existence and non-existence, desire and discontent, life and death, sensitive and suspicious. Some may be a rebellion to self knowledge, some may be splendid expectations and yet some are created with a trembling hand with an electricity.

My paintings are not necessarily intellectually stimulating, because what you see is what you have inside. Most of the artists may have something to say about the wisdom of life and art, I do not any wisdoms to partake. Sometimes would be beyond linguistic borders or it may be in between motion and action or conception and creation, emotion and response, desire and passion. I may or may not be a cult but it is less important than survival itself and it is still out of my domain.