Where words fail: the art of Emre Can Ercan

I know little about Emre. I know nothing about how he makes or finds his images, nor do I know what they mean to him. Mystery is precious. 

darkness is to space what silence is to sound…

and Jacob called the name of the place Peniel: for I have seen God face to face…

ineffable: inexpressible

ineffable: unutterable

a story is told as much by silence as by speech…

and now there is merely silence, silence, silence, saying all we did not know…

“all art constantly aspires to the condition of music…”

sometimes it succeeds.


Thanks to Emre for allowing me to use his work. For titles of the above and more images: http://cargocollective.com/emrecanercan

8 thoughts on “Where words fail: the art of Emre Can Ercan

    • Thanks, Steve. Emre joined our Club a couple of weeks ago, and as soon as I saw the images I was blown away, moved… and I can’t really say how or why. Proper art, that.

  1. Reblogged this on Exiled Stardust and commented:
    Dearest readers, I have been very busy for the last couple of days with that irritating thing called real life, but I will be posting again soon. In the meantime, peruse this fascinating post from my friend and first mate on the pirate ship “Mary Anne”, about Emre Can Ercan.

    • Haha, “all aboard the Mary Anne!” My Granny would be proud.
      Thanks for your kind comment and the REBLOG! That’s a first.
      Good to have you back 🙂

  2. “All art constantly aspires…”
    I first came across this through Gerald Manley Hopkins. As a schoolboy aspiring musician it had a particular resonance for me. Hopkins was a pupil -and later friend- of Walter Pater (who said it), and it had a profound influence on him too, check out The Windhover (http://www.poetryfoundation.org/learning/guide/182786) for the near elevation of poetry into song – it almost sings itself off the page.
    These days this seems almost axiomatic- we live in the most music- drenched society ever. All types of art share a common pool of critical terms: structure, form, shape, colour, but it’s music that lends the most metaphors to the others; pitch, tone, articulation, harmony, voice, timbre, composition, and above all RHYTHM.
    With all of the pitch leeched out of a tune there remains the skeleton of it. Tap out “God Save The Queen” or “Happy Birthday” on the table with your knuckle. You can still hear it? Do it again. It’s missing almost everything that would make it what it’s supposed to be, but you can still hear it?
    What’s missing focuses your attention on what’s present.
    And what’s present is the rhythm, – a series of events, and spaces between events. A tap on the table, or a not tap on the table. A strip of light or not a strip of light.

    • Absolutely. Abso-bloody-lutely.
      Thank you, Jeremiah. Anyone would think you were a musician.
      (He is. And a very fine one.)

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