I have been talking-to-walls for some time now. It has almost been 5 years since we moved to the UK and 3 more years since I gave birth.. Both life-changing incidents have led to a new Ayca, who is alien to me as well. It took a while to figure out how to have a dialogue with her..
Given my academic practice, I first try to apply the usual ways: read the literature, talk to fellow moms, immigrants or who are in the intersection of both and explore… as much as learning by doing. I was not aware that my daughter would be a mirror, a self-reflecting practice.. and then again I started to observe the consequences of such a journey and it really became a self-reflexive practice.
Now, there is hardly any distinction as it may seem between academia and life. or praxis and poiesis.. I love the way everything has tangled and try to avoid the immediate urge to untangle it. so this web page is a journey.. un finished.. half done..
I will add headings, texts as time comes by..
without any hesitation to make it online even if it is half-done.
You’re all welcomed.
I aim here to post things that I would not post on Instagram, LinkedIn or Facebook.. there may be repetitions but the take would be personal. This is my place, my venture. It aims more inward looking than outward looking, so I do not primarily aim for the external or any target audience….
I welcome readers but my instinctive remark is to leave traces about me. That is all.