Category Archives: cities
Picturing the homes of two heroes (kahraman (Tr): hero)
I often have occasion to pass by the pink yali on the Bosphorus where Argonauts one of my recent Istanbul paintings now lives. Paying the painting and the home of its discerning collectors, the Kahraman family a visit I was … Continue reading
Drawing the line
Heading back into the studio, pots of glaze lined up on the table, all geared up to paint Jane’s pots; what a treat. Another good way to get back into things if you got out of them is to go … Continue reading
What do you do when you are not working?
Curator and writer Douglas Dreishpoon from the Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo in the US has got me thinking. Trace this back to my friend Isin, whose Masters/ PHD in Curatorship I have been proof reading, and the reason I have … Continue reading
Dreaming with the giantesses of the Acropolis
Still dreaming with the giantesses on the Acropolis. In the vast, contemporary space of the New Acropolis Museum, the Charyatids, now freed and 12 feet tall, powerfully transmit their magic for all time. What is it about their marble contours … Continue reading
In Praise of beauty: Susan Sontag on Howard Hodgkin’s paintings
Revisiting my art books scattered in various homes across the land, I come across this gem from Susan Sontag on the Venice paintings of Howard Hodgkin, and it immediately takes me back to Istanbul: Venice once again. Imagining the imagined. … Continue reading
Tinted windows
I had the completely novel experience of viewing my new studio from the waters of the Bosphoros. I remember reading somewhere in Orhan Pamuk that being able to view where one lives from the water, must change the perception of … Continue reading
The blank page
I have moved from blogger to wordpress. It is part of that need for a fresh canvas, a white sheet of paper, the blank page. It coincides incidentally with a studio clear out. Unlike Francis Bacon or Frank Auerbach whose … Continue reading
Slow change city
This morning a white ship on a white bosphoros, barely delineated. I grew up in a small town, whose lineaments became as familiar to me as the lines on my hand The silhouette of Makanaskop rising up like a small … Continue reading