My journey didn’t begin in art classrooms. It began in my chest. With a quiet ache I couldn’t name. A deep longing to understand life, to feel it fully, and to give form to what couldn’t be spoken.

In time, that longing led me to three schools and two universities, where I studied psychology, philosophy, and religious studies. I searched for answers in ideas, in systems, in ancient texts and theories. I wanted to understand the human condition, the soul, the mind, the psyche. But despite everything I learned, something was missing.

Then came a profound unnamable experience —an unraveling that stripped me of everything I thought I was. After this experience, I went to a monastery and meditated in silence for weeks, diving deeper into myself. It was there that I had experienced the ultimate knowing; the absolute truth. The intellectual world, once my compass, no longer held the answers I was looking for. I left the university, not in failure, but with the quiet knowing that truth lived elsewhere beyond my intellect.

All my studies hadn’t prepared me to understand what this was. I knew nothing about this experience from my intellectual point of view. The realm beyond the materialistic experience where duality vanish. No right or wrong no time or space no self or others. Just pure consciousness and presence. So, I dove into the creative world, where I let my heart, my body, my hands speak in motion.

Sculpture became my language. It let me pour the depths of my experience into form—raw, honest, and unfiltered. Each piece I create is a fragment of something I once held inside. Love. Longing. Grief. Passion. Silence. Fire. I want my sculptures to scream. Not for attention, but in a way that echoes in your chest. I want them to crack something open within in whoever stands before them.

The heart speaks in a mystical way for me beyond the grasp of the intellectual mind.
It speaks in the language of unconditional love, where one feels free, seen, present, and whole.

In a universe that is both fractal and holographic, woven with sacred geometry and pure consciousness, there is no space for judgments, ideology’s, or concepts. Only the quiet truth of being. The everlasting presence of our being..

This is the essence of my work. This is not art for decoration. This is art for feeling.

Welcome to my world.
by Sedef Kocak