by Merve Ünsal

There is a beautiful passage in Orhan Pamuk’s Snow. “How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another heart? How much can we hope to understand those who have suffered deeper anguish, greater deprivation, and more crushing disappointments than we ourselves have known?” The following essay brings together objects and filmic works which circle around what it means to resist and to retaliate through the personal. By reflecting on different images of women portrayed through the artistic practice of female artists from different geographies, I am trying to manifest a feeling or a thought, which recently came to me and which I could not really grasp. I feel like representations or evocations in some of my friends’ artistic practice have become more “real” under the current circumstances. Maybe this was nothing new or extraordinary, but it resonated with me. Was it the thought of hope?