A day, from the other day, ripping myself out of the house, to take advantage of the weather. All leaves born from spring, a spring that would be labelled as 2023, performing asmr audio under my feet, augmenting my experience of walking. Soon, they will cover all things on the ground that need coverage for the winter. Blanket. Carpet! Then it will blend into the soil and ferment to help wake up life underneath in spring again. Always becoming. But always the same. Who eats who, what turns into what, one day, we will all become everything else. Everything that doesn’t love each other will also merge with what loves each other. We will all merge. And nothing will matter.
My aunt the other day told me not to ever change, to be myself and I will get to 92 years old just like her, after me complaining about myself because I had mixed up dates and numbers, again… even in mistakes, she told me not to change. To stay and be myself.
Myself has never heard such loving, reassuring words in my life. Words can be antidote to existential crisis. Remember that next time you are presented with an opportunity to sooth someone.
Dialing existential crisis down, even a little makes the whole difference.
And also horse kisses and doing your grocery in nature. Thank you Earthwise for being family and teacher to me. Learning to love better, purer because of you.
This creature became more prominently friendly to me. I’ve learned some of her story I would like to share. More will come as we spend time together for sure.
She was born as a deer. Every year in October, hunters would take down a few of their members. They would hear the shots, till they couldn’t.
One year her father was gone. The next her mother. That happened really close to her. The shot spooked her into the forest, across the hills, rivers until she reached another thick forest with a different climate. She was lost by the time she stopped running.
She spent days and nights alone. Eventually you could notice some changes with her. The cold nights made her coat thicker than a usual dear. Running so fast, her hooves had become rounder with five cushions underneath with five claws for each, because she has been digging little caves for her to sleep and hide in.
She also grew enormously big ears so she could hear anything that approaches her at any time, even when she sleeps. She might also have developed them to want to hear any of her dear members. She deeply wanted to find others, till one day she even forgot about that. She couldn’t remember no longer because she had changed so much. She was a different being. She didn’t inhabit the same mind anymore.
Although having a body identical to a deer, she also developed fangs. But that’s for another time.
Lumineh, 2024 Denmark
It is an epic poetry from ink to the point, with her naturalness in combining life and art, a shaman dance that she displays with the elegance of her lines, the dark melancholy leaks into the paper.
Steps of Silence
In her compositions, which she sometimes works on large scales, the artist invites us to an enchanted forest. Despite her very simple technique, the mystery is everywhere for the watchful eye. In her paintings, it is possible to come across a fox hiding in the bushes at any moment, a snail hovering over mushrooms in a different dimension, and a skull accompanying the wings of a huge butterfly among mysterious plants. In Sübiler’s paintings, time loses its classical meaning and exhibits a ‘Singularity’ that goes back to antiquity along with the place it belongs to. In this endless struggle of black and white magical powers, animals guide us; sometimes this is hidden in the silence of an owl, and sometimes in the gaze of a dog. If we know how to listen, we will see them talking to us.
Mine Sübiler’s art tells us a lot as a visionary among the masses who are dying under the yoke of techno-industrial culture and digital-fascism, which have made their presence felt in social life with the new world order.
Kimi zaman büyük boyutlarda çalıştığı kompozisyonlarında sanatçı bizleri esrarengiz, büyülü bir ormana davet eder, çalışmalarını son derece sade bir teknikle işlemesine rağmen, dikkatli gözler için gizem her yerdedir. Onun resimlerinde her an çalılıkların arasına saklanmış bir tilkiye, mantarların üzerinde farklı bir boyutta gezinen bir salyangoza, egzotik bitkilerin arasında bir kelebeğin kanat seslerine eşlik eden bir kafatasına rastlamak mümkündür. Sübiler’in resimlerinde zaman klasik anlamını yitirir ve ait olduğu mekanla birlikte antik çağlara temas eden bir ‘Singularity’ sergiler. Ak ve kara majik güçlerin mücadelesinde hayvanlar bize yol gösterirler; bu kimi zaman bir baykuşun sessizliğinde, kimi zaman ise bir köpeğin bakışlarında gizlidir. Eğer dinlemeyi bilirsek bizimle konuştuklarını görürüz.
Hayatı ve sanatı birleştirme konusundaki doğallığı, içine çekildiği melankoliden kağıda sızanlar, çizgilerindeki zerafet ve sergilediği şaman dansıyla mürekkepten noktasına epik bir sanatçı Mine.
Yeni dünya düzeniyle birlikte toplumsal hayatımızda varlığını iyicene hissettiren tekno-endüstriyel kültürün ve dijital-faşizmin boyundurunda can çekişen yığınların arasında bir ileri görüşlü olarak Mine Sübiler’in sanatı bizlere çok şey söylüyor.
> Mine Sübiler
a.k.a. Lumineh
Turkish/ Danish Visual Poet
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