behind i t something i ntimate
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drawings an d tex t s
İnci Eviner
This artist book is composed of the drawings created by İnci Eviner and the texts she wrote in Büyükada, Istanbul in 2023–2024, in a reflective conversation with each drawing. All the drawings and texts are original works by the artist.
ed i t or
Erdem İlgi Akter
transla t ion & e d i t ing of t he t ex t s
Aydın Mehmet Ali
a dd i t ional transla t ions
Reşat Korel, Aycan Garip
proofrea d er Matt Hanson
design Ruslan Abasov
projec t assis t an t
Sinem Başar
p rin t ing
MAS Matbaacılık San. ve Tic. A.Ş.
Hamidiye Mah. Soğuksu Cad. No: 3 34408 Kağıthane / İstanbul +90 212 294 10 00 | book@masmat.com.tr
Certificate No 44686
p aper
Arctic Volume Ivory 130 gr/m2
p ublisher
DİRİMART
Hacıahmet Mah. Irmak Cad. 1–9
Dolapdere 34440 İstanbul
t: + 90 212 232 6666 | dirimart.com
Certificate No 68661
All images with the courtesy of İnci Eviner. © All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-605-5815-69-1
september 2024
I came across her on a village road.
So excited; mentioning her great escape plan, speaking in whispers.
Leaning over into my ear and giving me a secret.
On the verge of completing her preparations, to realise her plans.
The only thing missing was a sharp pencil and the words.
The letter intended for her family had to be a poem.
She must join the eight words she knows
To reflect the longing she feels for a new life.
This poem had to be of woven words, squeezed in-between guilt and freedom.
She lined up the eight words in various patterns on a piece of paper.
From bottom to top, at times side by side, sometimes leaving spaces in between decorating the edges of the letter with flower motifs…
I was only 20 years old.
I bit my 20 years of age, splitting it in two. I laid one half beneath my feet and trampled it.
Then,
From my feet all the way to the tip of my hairs I tugged and stretched myself, I became a lump.
As I lay on the platform, next to the other half, They stepped on me, thinking that I was a discarded ball of hair, cut of from teenage girls.