Fulya Çetin

His Wife, 2011, Video, 3’50”

Hands emerging through steam in a darkened space iron the symbol of patriarchal power. This is an attempt at correction, like a persistent demand for justice. Whose hands are these? Could they belong to Yasemin, one of the hundreds of women imprisoned after enduring systematic male violence and finding no other way out than to kill her husband? Or might they be the hands of the wife or mother of one of the hundreds of victims of an unsolved murder? We do not know. All we know is that a woman is there, carefully, persistently, stubbornly, and patiently demanding justice.

On our journey towards fulfilling the purpose of our existence through purification and renewal, when you make that ancient knowledge of life the boundary of your body, it ceases to confine you. Instead, it assumes a form that protects, expands, and illuminates you. It is then that your inner harmony becomes the rhythm of your heart…