Suzan Pektas

Dreams The Black Sea

Some of the most memorable times of my childhood are from the summers that we used to spend in a small hut by the Black Sea coast. My grandpa, an old crippled actor who was trapped between his delusions and dreams, used to tell us stories of headless horses, the sea and the children. I still bear the memories of those mesmerizing stories. When I returned to my birth-land after 25 years, the sea, with all the stories lingering around, evoked all those memories interrupting my thoughts and daydreams. On my way from my native Bulgaria to Georgia, I searched for traces of my grandpa’s characters and the places all along the coast, looking for visual notes connecting my present existence to my childhood and my grandfather.