Martine Rousset
2008. France, Turkey. No dialogue 100’

“With my passing travels, Istanbul remains enigmatic and without secret, far from prevailing visibilities.” (M.J. Mondzain) Everything is mixed, everything is there – not in organised, protected, preserved strata, but in accumulations, wearing, erasing, emptiness and chaos. A wild garden, here; the cycle of life and death; nothing is destroyed, everything is alive, wearing out, continuing. The clock: the Bosphorus. This city is way, the passing of. Here as nowhere else I perceive something of infinity, of the unceasing mixing of times, constant flux, appearing and disappearing; the presence of other times at the edge of the visible...
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