Cereyan
“Cereyan” comes from Persian and means flow, occurrence, coming into being; its root cer refers to a cycle and continuous movement. This series makes visible the currents of the dark periods that have recurred within me for years—my losses and my search for healing. Comprising around 120 photographs and still ongoing, it examines how memory is formed, how forgetting becomes possible, and where and how remembering begins.
My photographic practice started within the rhythm of queer nightlife, but over time the shadows behind the lights aligned with the darkness I carried inside, and my gaze turned inward. While preparing for my first solo exhibition, I began gathering the images I could not place anywhere in a folder I called “disappearance.” As running dogs, solitary figures, fallen trees, and exhausted bodies accumulated, a buried childhood memory surfaced: when I was five, during a family visit to the village, my family left me behind because they assumed I was in the other car. The loneliness and abandonment I felt in that moment stayed with me for years—until it resurfaced through these images.
The first selection revealed the traces of a little girl’s loneliness and sense of rootlessness. The second emerged from the photographs I took twenty years later, when I left my family and moved to Istanbul for university, uncovering further echoes of separation, grief, and the fear of being left behind. Two archives created nearly two decades apart hold the shared flow of different ruptures and take me back to the same questions: Where is home? How does one return?
I enriched this project during an artist residency in Kirte, a village shaped by population-exchange migrants like my own family. My personal experience of solitude intertwined with the migration stories I listened to there, reveals how individual memory folds into collective history. In this way, an intimate emotional landscape expanded into a broader narrative of displacement and belonging.
The images move between fragility and unease; they layer like the strata of memory itself. Cereyan: The Common Cuckoo makes visible the delicate layers of belonging shaped through personal loss and asks a simple but enduring question: After a loss, is it possible to return home — to exist again?
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