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Talking Art With Sumru Tekin


Published May 20, 2015 at 10:00 a.m.
Updated May 20, 2015 at 11:42 a.m.

  • Oliver Parini
  • Sumru Tekin

Conceptual art can be a hard sell, and Sumru Tekin's sound and video installation "One Day" is no exception. It doesn't help that the exhibition is tucked away in a dim room on the second floor of the BCA Center, with a heavy drapery partially pulled across its entrance. This theatrical touch helps keep the room dark, but it also can make you wonder if you're supposed to come in.

It doesn't help that there is little in the way of explanatory wall text here. "One Day" is decidedly not dumbed down, almost to a fault. Perhaps there ought to be a warning sign at the door: This exhibit will make you think, and might make you feel a little uneasy.

Video images of text that Tekin calls "fables" scroll constantly down one wall. The sentences are evocative but mysterious: Once there was a small house closer to the mountains and sky. Sometimes you can hear the ocean from here but not today... A small bench invites you to sit and let the words wash over you, experiencing what you will.

Visitors to the BCA Center typically encounter a friendly greeter who cites the current exhibits and hands them a card or brochure for each. Tekin's consists of a single sheet of paper printed on one side with a rather ghostly image of a page from an old-school day calendar. This one contains the dates April 14 to 16, with a tiny inscription below indicating the year as 2014. Something was written on these days but has been almost completely whited out.

On the opposite side of the card, Tekin explains in her artist's statement:

One Day is based on the responses from sixty-five people to a letter from me requesting a memory of where they were and what they were doing during a specific date and time in 2014 — down to the second. It is, of course, an absurd and impossible gesture — recalling to the second what one was doing a year ago ... as seemingly absurd as an act of the imagination.

An act of the imagination — as resistance against forgetting — an act of memory attempting to make visible an absent presence.

Those who continue to read the statement will learn that Tekin was born in Turkey — a part of the country once considered western Armenia. She writes, "I have inherited collective histories, both known and unknown within Turkey, that are a part of the retelling and denial of the Armenian genocide as it defines Turkish identity. I am curious about what disappears or remains unrealized through such transmissions and how we are shaped by these representations and omissions." (April 24, 2015, marks the centenary of the Armenian genocide, an event the Turkish government refuses to recognize as such.)

With that knowledge, visitors may be slightly better prepared to experience what Tekin describes simply as a 13-minute audio loop (simultaneous female voices making repetitious statements); a 30-minute video loop (the scrolling text); and "citations," 12 small sheets of paper pinned to another wall that note sources of inspiration for the work. The calendar page also appears framed and behind glass, like a shrine to a day both remembered and forgotten.

Tekin was last year's winner of the Barbara Smail Award, an annual prize with a modest cash allowance, access for a year to BCA's studios and a culminating exhibit at the Church Street gallery. "One Day" hence represents, says Tekin, "what I've been thinking about for two years." Though she's known as a visual artist, Tekin doesn't provide "pictures" here, only text and sound, and she acknowledges that the work requires viewers to look, listen and digest. "I know I'm asking a lot of people," she says.

Seven Days sat down with Tekin at the gallery to find out more.

Why do you have overlapping, often simultaneous voices in the audio recordings?

I wanted the sense that there's a collection of voices, and you can't really hear until you get close. I like the idea that we should encounter each other one on one, without the rest of the world. It seems as if there's something you can follow, but you really can't.

That sounds like a metaphor...

It's a lot about history and who gets to tell the stories. All those things we've been told don't add up, either in memory or in history. This is how I imagined the concept.

So you used your Barbara Smail time to work on this?

Yes, and I went away for a residency [to the MacDowell Colony in New Hampshire] and thought about what this would be. I knew there would be audio, but I wasn't sure how to incorporate the text. In the studio I audiotaped myself, and ambient sounds outdoors. Then I started sifting through all this to see what I wanted conceptually.

There must have been some kernel beforehand...

The kernel was, I wanted it to be some sort of text. How could I make reading a participatory experience, using your body? What would it look like for the room to be the "book"?

What about the content?

It started when I began uploading all the material [from the recordings], and none of the files had titles. I didn't know what was in them. This started me thinking about what other people were doing at those exact moments. I sent out a letter to 95 people and got back 64 responses. All their responses are incorporated in this piece. I typed up all the text and turned it into a script with two voices. Then I put that aside and created the fables...

The other big concept is time — how it's recorded, measured, experienced. [In the audio recordings], the two girls in the woods see a woman, then it's the woman's perspective...

Why did you white out the daybook entries?

Part of the idea is, the content isn't as important as the voice. You have a day, a time — anything could happen. That's another, larger idea I'm still thinking about. The daybook page is fixed, a fossil with no memory, no context.

In your exhibit, I felt a sense of loss. Can you speak to that?

I'm Turkish, and the Armenian genocide is a fact of existence, of my identity that needs to be acknowledged ... I guess that's the loss — my sense that something is missing.

The voice of the past is missing, or still saying something?

It's insistent, but it's silent. I feel that's always [in] the work I do — an attempt to make something visible, to uncover. But I never get there.

Meaning there's always more to uncover?

Yes, I guess so. It's very important for me to find the right form or idea. That idea of representation is something I think about a lot. Is an image enough to open a conversation?

To that point: Why create an exhibit with no images?

It's that struggle to find the right form. I felt this [exhibit] is very close to the idea. And one thing alone wouldn't have been enough — the audio, or the text ... Maybe one day I will make another print, or do something [else], but it has to make sense, to have meaning.

You're not in this for the money, are you?

[Laughs] No, I guess not.

Does it bother you that people might not take the time with your exhibit to understand it?

The exhibit is asking a lot, but ... I hope people will take the time. It doesn't happen all at once, either. We're not accustomed to taking the time, even with each other.

Tell me about the music in the audio, the Schubert...

I love the music. These are three sonatas he wrote late in life. There are repeats within it, something concert pianists don't always play, so it doesn't get heard. Again, it's about silence. I guess that's a giant metaphor.

The original print version of this article was headlined "A Day in the Life"

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