One Body in Three Tenses traces a single figure as it drifts across time like a tide across stone. The body repeats but never the same. Each pose is a pulse, a sediment of feeling; gestures overlap like palimpsest, turning flesh into a field where memory leaves its weather.
Cınarsu Kurt draws as if scoring breath: charcoal dissolves to haze, contours blur and reform, the present touching the just before and the not. yet. The figure is neither fixed nor illustrative; it is a vessel where moments pass through, staining the skin with thought. What looks like motion is actually duration made visible.
Here, embodiment is a chronicle. The face keeps time, the hands hold it, the back releases it. One Body in Three Tenses becomes a quiet manifesto of metamorphosis. Where the physical registers change and the psyche answers, slowly, with light.