The story of a spider and an egg. A happy ending or why not a hopeful start! Waking up from a night tussle to a bright day. Celebration of birth after a difficult and painful delivery. You start with determination. Sometimes your endurances sways, it hurts, you even hesitate about your intent. Then suddenly your arms grow wings and your heart swells; just because you have never stopped weaving.

An impression of a rebirth or a new beginning, a so-longed-for hope. A breaking out of a gloomy and felt-heavy waiting. Nature saying: “I can’t hold you anymore; crack out and burst, blow, rock!. A desire to shout out “hurray” from the top of your lungs with as much joy and delight, relieving a deep-hold breath, to be able cry out happiness. A birth cry, a sharp pain reflecting existence of life and good old relief at the end.

The hot pinks and yellows of the unquenchable fire within us breaks through earthy tones which have become a shell enveloping and putting us to sleep.
As long as we recall the fact the sun exists, hope never ends. The colors of hope and sun will always be there.

Egg: a perfect shape, a perfect object-form. It symbolizes fertility and naivety with its cornerless, angleless, ellipsoid spherical-conical form and fragility. It offres us thousands of things to say, deep philosophies to talk about, and dozens of design ideas to get lost in. Our fingerprints, for example; they are in similar form. Or maybe I started to see everything I looked at that way. But it seems like it cannot be a coincidence that both of them are unique, becoming our source of identity.
In this very design, I wanted to put the “unique life” inside the egg while incubating it in the protective warmth of the natural browns. If you ask what the symbols on the edges are; They are the little burrs, obstacles, crossroads, good and bad memories that await life. Maybe we are waiting for a secret sunrise…

The egg is an object-form defining a time before the beginning. It is the place where the subject is formed and prepared for life. It is not for nothing that the Egg is called the “perfect shape”, with its form that wraps an embryo in the most rational way, that can exit the body in the most efficient way, that returns to its starting point even if it rolls, and that is solid enough to be the beginning of life. It symbolizes fertility and naivety with its cornerless, angleless and fragile form. 

My design, enclosing the warmest sun, became an evil eye guarding for true hope. If you ask what the symbols on the edges are; they are the little burrs, obstacles, crossroads, good and bad memories that await life.

Aphelion is the point of the Earth’s orbit that is farthest away from the Sun and Perihelion is the point of the Earth’s orbit that is nearest to the Sun. Remembering that the Earth orbits the Sun in an elliptical path this means that the Earth is about 3 million miles nearer to the Sun in January at its nearest point than in July at its farthest point. Nothing to do with warmth or the seasons knowing that it arises from the tilted axis of the Earth. Put over this info the other planets hectic orbital journey in our small solar system. Here is the key algorithm of “human” relationships or the fictional “divine order”!

Tributes as the source and the secret of life, the affection and the rage, the wisdom, so many ancient gods.. all in the Sun. My infinite source of inspriation. Admitting my choice of living in Bodrum as a given factor for my devotion, the Sun certainly carries me away as I go deeper into the ancient stories of Mesopotamian and Mediterranean cultures. The universal symbol for divine power. Also there is the influencing archeological enigmas: The explanation about Göbeklitepe about the round architecture of its monumental megalith stones of as the movement of the celestial bodies and a kind of worshipping. Yet, absolutely a story on the determined voyage to hope and wisdom. A pathway to the captivating burnt orange through macaron colors. Hailing summer. 

The eye design is descripted here as the divine power of the sun. Radiates hope with its delightful colors as of macarons; warming our hearts; piercing through all of the clouds and obstacles.

Most of the cultures, at a time in their history, have worshipped the Sun as the universal sacred power. The sun has symbolized life, passion, enlightenment and youth. 

We see the sun as the protector and the leader of the universe and resource of life in Anatolia also. Named as Utu in the Hittite civilization, the Sun sees through everything in its way to the Earth, thus has been refered as the god of justice and legitimacy. 

In this woven tapestry the all-seeing eye of Utu announces the good news of truthfulness.

Hope is bursting out of the loom this time. The sun figure which I frequently use in my designs gets the form of an egg. The warmest oranges, sugar pinks highlights this new story of reincarnation. Coming from the darkest infinity wells, joy will pop out of the frame. Just like a pinata, life will break out into the room it is set.