Why I am in ITP
by Songul Aslanturk
She grabbed a brush, turned the music on and dipped her brush into a pot of paint. She did not know where to start but suddenly she threw the almost dripped paint drop onto the canvas. There it was, the first shape and color on the white surface stood there all alone. She was in a different time zone now, her childhood memory in mind she realized why she always wanted to fly.
She was that paint drop in a pot surrounded with millions of others. She could not move, breathe and free her mind. She needed to jump onto different platform to form different shapes, experience different touch then maybe she could start to dance and fly with true rhythm of her spirit. She lifted her arm and starting painting. She could not think but just moved her arms – dipped into the pot, grabbed paint and painted – that was her rhythm. She was finally free, outside of her body moving from brush to paint and paint to brush to unite with music and finally land on the canvas to form herself. She discovered and felt every part of the canvas – some parts, she touched more and some less but she felt every part of it. Her passion grew bigger and stronger so that she couldn’t stay on the same surface anymore. She needed a different platform and a warm touch to float along the rtyhm to dance and dance again. That strong passion dragged her onto unknown surface where she felt excitement of freedom and recreation to discover new ways to express her feelings through her move, touch and form, again.
This is an endless adventure of a spirit that has great desire to free and understand herself. She knows that there might not be an end for this adventure but the satisfaction and excitement of this journey urges her to move and discover different parts of her spirit. She flies to that unknown destination which might be full of surprises or not but knowing that the surprises will help her to discover something new urges her not to stop.