Bodies of Repetition situates itself at the threshold where motion is not escape but burden. Figures multiply not as new entities but as echoes of the same invisible weight. Shoulders sag, limbs stretch, gazes blur and collide; the bodies do not resist space, they reveal its architecture of pressure.
Cınarsu Kurt’s line trembles across time smudged shadows, ghostly erasures, overlapping gestures like breaths caught between moments. The composition does not depict a single scene but instead records the lingering resonance of a moment stuck in loop. Repetition here is not rhythm but a quiet resistance.
These bodies are not narrators but witnesses tracing the tectonic stress of societal structures across their form. The Bodies of Repetition asks: How many times must we be reborn within the same gesture before we recognize ourselves?