In recent months Bora Akıncıtürk has created 5 new sculptures for his solo show in YAYA. The space has been hand-painted in monochrome tartan pattern–a familiar code without any specific reference. Resting atop claw-like chrome pedestals, created in collaboration with artisan Artin Usta, are epoxy spheres. The epoxy spheres contain reminiscences of collected material that are a reflection of the artist’s upbringing. What do you find? We see cigarettes, a burger, Prozac, coca-cola, Cheetos, sim-cards, stickers and an I-phone to name a few. Amidst these commercial symbols, Akıncıtürk interweaves preserved butterflies, house-flies, and pearls, evoking a humorous reference to the still-life paintings of the Golden Age.
Stuff is stuff however these objects may seem mundane, each serves as a symbol of its era. The metallic stands act as regal sceptres, preserving the essence of artificial time by immortalising objects that have either perished or never existed.

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STUFF

“Can you start cleaning up your stuff?” She asked at the end of the afternoon.
But canim, there is so much stuff to do and yani, when?
Stuff to collect, to clean up, to dispose of, to say, to not say, to deny, to forget,
To remember…and stuff.
In times of minimalist life-style influencers, councillors and unsolicited advice,
under what rug do I brush away the demise?
You want a room plentiful of non-physicality
With memories of personalities that only live in the brain.
Being too sentimentally balanced for storing cognitive dissonance
I never trust a man who didn’t have stuff laying around his house.
He’d own drawers filled with deep debts and sharp edges
(And in a matter of time he’ll dispose of you too).

Sometimes I wonder if life is better preserved in a place without corners.
There must be a reason why the earth is round and crisps fit better in a bag.
He smirks watching the cat catch the fly with her claws
A monochrome in deray is how I’d title this moment
(But I’d never say that stuff out loud)
I take a screenshot of the moment and dip it in resin
Because carpe diem and memento mori are evidently related,
And when fortune favours the bold,
The only one thing that stuff cannot contain
Is here well within my reach

— Eline Tsvetkova