P t o l e m y – C o p e r n i c u s
e a s t – w e s t
s i g n a l – n o i s e
l a n d – s e a
h u m a n – n o n h u m a n
The Bosphorus is not a divide, it is a passage.
The Bosphorus is metaphoric: From the Greek word - Βόσπορος - Bosphorus translates as “passage of the ox.” It is here that the mythological priestess Io, transformed into an ox by Jupiter, crossed during her years of desperate wandering.
The Bosphorus is metamorphic: what was once land is now water, what earlier was Greek is later Turkish. It is no one place or location, but a layered flux of histories and geologies.
It is a trans-location of döppelgangers and entanglements: Io is the moon that, upon its discovery by Galileo, confirmed the Earth was not the center of the universe.
Whine, shimmy, whistle, bang. Dolphins, space probes, cargo ships, cymbals, symbols - this dialogue is of convergence, the tracings of signal & noise, and the natural history of resonant vessels in endlessly seeking to be heard.