| In one of my daytime dreams, I was climbing up the biggest minaret. Darkness appeared everywhere. There were smelly ivies. There were women, too—their size like a cup, their hands on their belly. I was walking up the stairs of the minaret beside them. I kept walking, and more women appeared. There were so many stairs that I didn’t think there would be an end. I felt my heels in pain. Suddenly I stopped and faltered. There was someone or something, trees stuck to its face, playing games under the staircase of the minaret. Covered by dry and dead leaves, its eyes were indistinct. I went up to that someone. A powerful, strong wind opened up my mind with clean, smooth air. I held its hand and said, “I know your mother.” |  |
Volkan Ergen
In one of my daytime dreams, I was climbing up the biggest minaret. Darkness appeared everywhere. There were smelly ivies. There were women, too—their size like a cup, their hands on their belly. I was walking up the stairs of the minaret beside them. I kept walking, and more women appeared. There were so many stairs that I didn’t think there would be an end. I felt my heels in pain. Suddenly I stopped and faltered. There was someone or something, trees stuck to its face, playing games under the staircase of the minaret. Covered by dry and dead leaves, its eyes were indistinct. I went up to that someone. A powerful, strong wind opened up my mind with clean, smooth air. I held its hand and said, “I know your mother.”
I have stories like this in my head all the time. All the stories look like this one. I have been having this kind of dream over and over again. It seems like the story is trying to remind me of its existence. Still I have these dreams. The same minaret, the same stairs…
Then I started using an image recorder. It helps make my life more meaningful, and some parts of my dreams show themselves on the screen. For now I am just close to reality, but I know that I can be beside reality some day. I want to feel like sleeping with those dreams side by side. We have to connect our minds to each other like plants. We have to interlock our thousands of fingers and no evil could touch us.
Scenes appear in front of my eyes. Then I paint them and insert voices. There are people and demons. They are waiting to meet each other. First one fight starts; it is unavoidable. When they finish their fight, I start to place all these scenes in order. To express the things I see, I make music, videos, and movies. I paint them, insert voices, pack them, and send them to you all. You can see and watch online. Under your blanket.
From Birth to Monster is the second one of a trilogy. In the beginning, a monster is being born. Its mother’s blood is white. It was a really difficult birth, with pain coming from deep inside. Later the monster falls in love, and it struggles to understand what’s going on. Then the monster starts to get angry about humankind’s inequality.
