When my interest shifted from realistic figurative paintins to a bit more abstracted ones, I think of it as a linear progression in art history. Like it went from impressionism to minimalism to conceptual art. But, I think I am in the middle of the development.
There were rules that society imposed on me, but they were not the absolute truth thay I have to obey. It seems very ironic to me. I think it is beautiful and very valuable to plainly portray the ironic world.
What kind of value is the most important for me? This question has always been a guide in my life. When making every decision, I question myself, what do I value more?, where should I put the most importance?
Being normal or living a normal life that is similar to the norms was an inevitable goal in my life. It was in the family and in the culture. Obeying rules and restrictions were the most important values. Or being a good son, the one that does not disgrace the family name would be the value. Being good meant not speaking up and bearing it and following the order. That was the truth.
The world was very small and conservative. It was the best for everything to become identical without any difference. Liking something that might seem different or abnormal was a taboo.
Knowledge had to be acquired in a room reading textbook.
I was a frog in a well, but I was out of there at one point.
The world was so big and so many people were different from what I believed to be the truth.
Knowledge can also be acquired from experiences and by doing.
When I had to regress to the small world, I felt disgusted.
I was sure that it was better not to be identical. I dreamed of living in the bigger world, where everyone is different.
Certain expection and roles from family or the culture had been a very strict guide, but now, I felt the necessity to get out of there.
So What do I do now?