A Journey into the World of Resin

The air was thick with anticipation as I stepped into the resin art studio, a hidden gem nestled within the urban sprawl. The room was a canvas of creativity, with tables adorned with an array of pigments, embellishments, and the glossy allure of epoxy resin. It was a stark contrast to the decaying remnants of Soviet-era architecture that I often explore, yet it held a similar allure—a promise of stories waiting to be uncovered.

Gozde, our guide through this artistic journey, welcomed us with a warmth that cut through the cool, industrial ambiance. Her presence was both calming and invigorating, much like the forgotten cities I wander through. She spoke of the resin’s transformative power, how it could capture the essence of a moment, much like the crumbling facades of history I so often document.

Crafting a Masterpiece

As we began our work, the resin flowed like liquid glass, capturing the light and refracting it into a spectrum of possibilities. I was reminded of the way sunlight dances through the broken windows of abandoned buildings, casting shadows that tell tales of a bygone era. The pigments swirled and merged, creating patterns that were both chaotic and harmonious, much like the urban landscapes I explore.

Gozde’s guidance was subtle yet profound, her hints and suggestions akin to the whispers of history that guide my explorations. She encouraged us to push boundaries, to let the resin speak its own language. It was a dance of creation and destruction, a theme that resonates deeply with my work in urban decay.

A New Perspective

As the class drew to a close, I found myself gazing at my creation—a vibrant piece of art that seemed to pulse with life. It was a stark contrast to the muted tones of the Soviet-era buildings I often photograph, yet it held a similar depth, a story waiting to be told.

The experience was a reminder that beauty can be found in both creation and decay, in the vibrant hues of resin and the crumbling facades of forgotten cities. It was a journey that transcended the boundaries of art and history, a testament to the power of storytelling in all its forms.

I left the studio with a newfound appreciation for the art of resin, eager to return and perhaps try my hand at crafting a Turkish lamp, as Gozde suggested. Until then, I will continue to wander through the shadows of history, seeking out the stories that lie hidden in the urban decay.