Flow Tales is a digital call for artists and exhibition which explore the relationship between landscape and community on a local and global scale, and transfer this criticality to inspiration for artistic production.
Flow Tales are untold stories of water, rivers, seas, lakes, located in an era of disturbed flows around the globe.
We felt the need to collect and picture the relationship between human and water of reachable and unreachable landscapes, and showcase how this relationship may create new connections, displaying new meaning to places.
This section can be
understood as our TALE of Asi River. It aims to produce a multimedia snapshot of the life of this ancient river.
© Hakan Boyacı
© Kürşat Özkamahlı
CONTRIBUTORS FLOW TALES
2"There are seagulls. I did not expect to see them here on the inland river looking for food away from their sea even if it is a hundred kilometers away. They look for food, what do you want them to do? Everyone knows it, seagulls are very bad, they know it in Brighton, they know it in Naples, they know it everywhere, and they suck, it seems. On the other hand, I love them, and I am surprised, from the top of this ancient Roman bridge, I wanted to take a nice photo at sunset with friends, and instead I find myself surprised by the creator, who sent us the seagulls on the river to show us how cool it is!"
"I grew up in a big city. But in my parents' hometown in northeastern Turkey, all shades of green and blue could be seen in the environment. A small stream runs near my grandmother's house, where I slept with the sound of the stream. Even today I look for places with the sound of water to rest and calm down. Even though the nature down there is harsh and violent, holidays for me mean the sound of water. So when I met the Asi River in the center of Antakya city, I felt sorry for this lovely water that was tamed and imprisoned in deep concrete walls, and I witnessed its sadness. The more I've heard about the history of the river and its stories, the more I've learned about the relationship of life and culture here with the river, the more I respect it".
4Born in Rome, I experience the river by looking at it from the ‘muraglioni’ (massive walls) which control it since the big flood of 1870. As in Antakya, the river of Rome is known with its name since Antiquity. The rebel flow of Tiber, that is the river’s name, often entered uninvited the city and its buildings. The area around the Pantheon (so-called Campo Marzio) was often flooded even during Roman time. This does not happen today anymore. The ancient flowing of the Tiber through the streets of Rome is now only remembered slabs attached on the walls of the buildings to commemorate the level of the water during the floods of the centuries. The Tiber is now only part of the beautiful landscape of Rome and its bridges. After heavy rain, it sometimes peeps from the walls to give a look at how the streets of the Eternal City have become and scares the Romans and the multitude of tourists who regret they did not bring galoshes with them.
5"I don’t really have a flow tale, but I came from a region, Maremma, which, despite not having the same rich history and archaeology of Antioch and its surrounding, still has something in common with it. Maremma, in the south of Tuscany, Italy, is crossed as well by a river, the Ombrone, and it always struggled with the consequences brought by it. At the house of my parents, in Grosseto, there is still a jealously preserved photographic album of the last catastrophic flood caused by the river the 4th of November 1966, which, for a struck of luck (it was holiday and everybody was at home), caused only one human victim.Maremma in the past has always been known to be a difficult region due to floods, marshes, and malaria. The most famous folk song of the region, Maremma amara, talks of how frequent is to die in this environment. But it is not all sorrow and pain, at the same time the river is also the reason for the existence of Maremma itself. During the Etruscan and the Roman times most of the plain at the centre of which now lies the capital of the province, Grosseto, was a lake, patiently silted by the tireless work of the river Ombrone. However, for centuries no public authority had the strength or will to master the marshes caused by this natural process. It was only in the last century that the task was finally undertaken and a beautiful and fertile rural landscape created. The one where I was born and raised, the one that my grandparents, when they were kids, must have known in a very different way".
6Antakya is a place that has guided the flow of my life since our first encounter. While I only heard the name until the age of 23, in the next 10 years it completely settled in the center of my life, it transformed into my PhD thesis and the hometown I missed it when I was away. Every time I get off the plane at Hatay Airport, the flow of my blood has turned into an enthusiastic flow, my beautiful country has hosted many encounters over the years, and opened a new path in each encounter. Antakya is clearly the direction of the flow of my life and I look forward to where it will take me from now on.
"I was always impressed by rivers, especially their power to connect the cities, countries and the world itself. When I move to a new city, I believe that the main river in the city carries my story as well with its flow. In my life, I admire this flow and follow them and let them to create my story in these new cities. Even if there is no river in the illustrations, everything is floating or moving in my drawings. Now, I live close to the Limmat River in Switzerland. I believe that the power of this river will take me to the new cities and stories".
caught in the flow of the river surrounded by art.
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