Out Of Breath
Project info

The serie started in 2013 is composed with photographies of my family members as well as complete strangers. The starting point of this project is a feeling of a precise moment of my childhood, the oldest souvenir I have; the day I felt alive, the day I realized I can die. I started very early to questioning myself about my own identity and the anguish of the death became more and more complicated… Maybe more than the locations I lived, the place where I will be buried will define who I am.

The text below is part of this photographic serie:
I was born Türk, assimilated on paper. I have one knee on each culture, the forehead on my faith. I was born Belgian with a dual identity. I am the lost descent. I am the European, un-naturalised by my peers. I have the Earth as pavement. I am the nasty face. I know where I come from. I am the one who sees their threats coming. I know how to fight. I am the father of two destinies. I wish my daughters inhaled the dry mountains. I am the young boy with a few words. I am ready to get dressed with my white shroud. I am a child of Anatolia. I can't leave my Brothers with an empty hole on my soil. I am the guardian of my offshoots. I can't leave my angels with an empty hole on their soil. I am the last one. I am the dead body, which ground will rot my flesh?