Aytul Hasaltun Bozkurt

My Heroic Breasts Aytul Hasaltun Bozkurt

During the changing process of a woman's childbirth, getting to know life as a total recognition and understanding the efforts have created these texts. Because every mother's breasts are hero's, these texts have been writing in a process which has spread out in a few years after my son's birth. These texts, have been re-shaped towards your house, a mother's reflections and the political atmosphere of the country which you are raising a child. To bring a child into this life, does it tear you apart from your previous life or does it integrate within? Do your hopes and resistance decrease or increase?I tried to write about the 'small pictures' instead of 'seeing the bigger picture' which during this period almost everything was. While discourses grew, did we shrink? I wrote this while looking at the bigger picture, about our 'small' life's and our 'small' children and our 'small' dreams which counts as a detail. Our daily life's and tensions aren't independent from the ongoing outside World and also the World itself isn't independent from our inner World. Even, when mothers and their children start stepping outside on March 8... I know and feel that most of the texts which I write about aren't just about me, they are problems which we are all experiencing. Finally, we have lived this entire period together. This is our story which I am trying to tell. As I have found myself within you all, I hope that you will find yourselves within these texts. Hoping that it will be a path, yours affectionately...