Untitled I
35,000 ₺ frame included
look closer → 
The closer we get to ourselves, the more layers appear. The face we show, the face we hide, and an open wound between them.— layers of the self, 2026
Faces that memory left unfinished,
memories the light brings back.
Merve Heper
Unfinished faces, fading memories. Portraits that gather on the canvas layer by layer and are never quite finished. Get a little lost; look a little closer.
on my wall lately
Recent paintings
01 — originals
One of a kind
Each was made once and will go to one home. Its size, texture and story live on its own page.
Untitled II
7,500 ₺
look closer → untitled · blue face
22,500 ₺ frame included
look closer → Layers of the Self
20,000 ₺ frame included
look closer → Remembrance
30,500 ₺ frame included
look closer → shadow frame · dark walnut
The painting floats inside the frame with a thin shadow gap, and the edges of the canvas stay visible. +5,000 ₺, or +2,500 ₺ for 25×35 cm works. Every painting is signed on the back and comes with a certificate of authenticity and a free set of 6 postcards.
wander by feeling
The more we remember something, the more of it we lose. A single gaze is what remains.
open in the notebook →The face we show, the face we hide, and the gap between them.
open in the notebook →That little light seeping through the dark, trembling on the surface.
open in the notebook →Bodies that come undone, scatter, then gather again.
open in the notebook →
02 — prints
Six postcards, one set
Close-ups from six paintings. Texture on the front; the whole painting and its details on the back. Keep them, frame them, or send one to someone.
10×15 cm · 350 g heavy paper · front: a close-up from the painting · back: the whole painting, its details and space to write
or one by one ↓ (tap to flip)
in my studio, among my paintings artist
Merve Heper
Whenever I try to remember a face, some part of it is always missing. That missing part is what I paint.
inspiration
Words feed me more than anything. The inner voices in Virginia Woolf's The Waves, feelings flowing through one another, time that never quite runs straight… The stories the mind whispers to itself, the feelings we bury or that surface all at once, the small fractures inside us: every painting is born from one of these.
the way
Faces are never whole for me. They scatter a little, fade a little, drift one step away from reality. On the canvas they are born, broken down and born again; layer by layer, at their own pace.
series: the mirror that remembers · anima / animus · quiet forms · what the body holds latest show: tanıdık alan pop up market · 2 plan, etiler · october 2026 portfolio · @mervexheper · Notebook write to me: [email protected]
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Even without buying a painting, you can come along on this journey. Every bit of support turns into a new canvas, a tube of paint, quiet hours in the studio. As a thank you, I'll send you a postcard.