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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
Thinking about Running and Painting
Sometimes I run to my studio along the Bosphorus. A way to get my vision tuned afresh. The fishing boats are out casting their yellow spirals and pitching their tents on the silvery plains. Hot sepia tea is being served … Continue reading
Picking plums on the Bosphoros.
From our studio window we watch a small boy nimbly scale the fence, and inhabit the garden. His absorption is complete as he sets about filling his pockets, with the green fruit (“erik”) of the plum tree, first his front … Continue reading
Meeting at the coalface: open studio
Arriving at my studio the morning of Open Studio I see a huge gathering of people with barrows, carts and trucks. They are all buying coal. Studios are often tucked away in corners of the city far from the gentrified … 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
Shifting shapes on the Bosphorous
Its been a while since I’ve been here. Most days find me walking next to the Bosphorous or working in my new garden studio. That sounds rather too “World of Interiors” for this particular space which lies somewhere between a … Continue reading
Walkabout in Istanbul
Tomorrow I conduct a “walkabout” of my exhibition “Ships and Dreams” currently showing at Arnavutkoy Gallery in Arnavutkoy, Istanbul. Where I come from it is fairly common practice to return to your exhibition after its opening, at a designated time … 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