What’s Your on Table?
I see a river that can overflow
and the colour of water in the desert of the soul
Have you ever been invited to love and affection? Or have you been invited? Whereas everyone calls each other round for dinner, don’t they? For example, a dinner accompanied by an aged wine. Sometimes we prepare food with our hands and look for someone we would like to have at our dinner table. But no one invites another to love.
-Will you sit at my table of love this evening?
-Let me offer you my soul this evening?
-This morning there is a feast of emotions.
-The smell of love is coming from the oven.
Have you ever set such tables for the people in your life? Various tables should be prepared with emotions; with longing, gratitude, loyalty, love, affection… But when people set these tables, they realise over time that they cannot feed everyone at these tables. Every soul has a different palate. Despite the food that looks great, you may not be satiated at the table of some souls and may even be poisoned. You should get up from that table at the first twinge in your heart.
Would you drink a glass of love?
Not aged, but warm like fresh blood.
Perhaps for the first time in a long time, we are invited to love. I see the place the artist invites us to. Its water is clear. There are lovely trails of those who passed from here and those who pursued them.
In it; there is the fertility of eternity, the warmth of a smile, the trust of an outstretched hand. Nature lives there in all its vibrancy. It sounds like the invitation of another planet. Has your soul ever moved with such a call, or have you ever welcomed someone, nature, the universe in your soul?
-A glass of love please
The place that dear Uğur Ulusoy invites us to is the place of love that knows no limits, where man is at one with himself and the universe. As His colours are eternal, His forms of love are also eternal. In these forms and colours, there is no burden that pulls people down from their shoulders. Rather, we want to see the birds in our breast cage fly. The black in us sometimes shows itself to emphasise other colours in life. Just as Ulusoy includes black among his endless colours, the human being should also have thousands of colours surrounding his dark colours. One should be able to caress one’s dark sides as the painter does in his works.
How infinite is the window of inviting people to love! As I wander among his paintings, I participate in the dance of love and affection in his colours. What I encounter in his paintings makes me realise the birds flying in my sky. In his works, I see different realms intertwined. I see spirits wandering, I see the souls that human beings believe in liberating and freeing human beings, I see millions of languages spoken. No chaos! No fear! No room for worry! Everything is as it should be. As Bethoven and Milen Kundera repeat: Es muss sein.
This is a world where human stories are together, where the earth is turned into the sky. There is no falling down in this world.
The sky that Welcome With Love took me out of reminds me of what Uğur told me in his letter:
“The first morning we went on leave to Sivas, I got up before everyone else, left home alone and went for a walk in the village. Not only did I walk around alone, but I also entered an open garden gate nearby and made my first friend. While I was having a good time there, the people of the house went looking for me, who was close to losing his mind. At first, no one thought I would go far from home, because there were shabby stairs to descend and then a steep stony slope to overcome. My grandmother, in a panic, passed by the house where I was their guest and asked the aunty who was working in the garden about me and she told her that I was there and that I was playing with her grandson. Obviously, they were very surprised when a little Uğur, a one-year-old boy with a nappy wrapped around his bum, who had no one early in the morning, walked through their door and sat down next to them. But thanks to their kind hearts, they took me in, fed me and looked after me.”
On his first short journey alone, he was invited to enter the open door of a garden. He was a guest at the table of this house. The owners of the house, to whom he was still a stranger, were obviously able to feed the stomach of the one whose soul was beautiful, who was ready to be fed. How beautiful!
It is possible to perceive the world Ulusoy invites with his colours and works, but sometimes the story makes you feel the emphasis of the voice of the artist’s works more intensely. I can better understand through his story that the source of the love he invites comes from within. I understand that he can paint anywhere in the world, that he can be satisfied wherever his soul is beautiful; from the first journey he made as a child, from the fact that he can enter the door of the garden he sees open, sit at the table in a foreign house like the inhabitants of that house and feed himself.
Can you also see the door of his paintings opening to the garden?
Perhaps he invites us in through the door of our own stories. When I am the viewer of his paintings, I complete the steps of my staircase to the sky and I keep on writing from my own sky
-To get away from the world,
Do you want to put on nature?
In the changing colours, issues and fears of the century we live in, amidst the humming that suppresses the voice inside, inviting to love is a bit like opening a banner against life. One should stay quiet and calm for a while, hear the sound of colours, turn inwards, question what is going on there. I am listening with my soul’s ears to the invitation of love. It is necessary to hear, maybe our colour has faded, maybe it is about to die. The life water is not neglected.
leyladan 