Today is the best day in the world, my birthday. I love my birthday. I try to make it last at least two weeks and so far, so good. I've had lunch with two good friends yesterday, tonight I am going out with my son and his girlfriend and Steve for liquored up coffees and cake, Wed I am meeting with a gang of good friends for coffee and treats (we do this every Wed most of the year) and I will plan something for Friday to make it a wonderful week. I have my tiara on while writing. I wear it all day. I have a small box of chocolate candies to munch on guilt free and a lovely scotch to look forward to this afternoon. Bliss.
I am continuing the photos from my various trips that inspire my studio work. Today they are from Turkey. You may have seen some back when I talked about this trip. I have a billion photos and the following photos reflect only the first two days. Turkey was/is such an amazing place. Every where you look, there is something different, something startling, something lovely. The most significant difference between Turkey and other travels are the layers and the intricacies. Modern architecture and urban planning have wiped a lot of this intricacy out in urban centres. I don't think there is a lack of interest in it, but more a lack of funding. That seems to be a world trend. Build fast and furious and forget about any civic interchange between the built environment and humans. However, the past continues to reign supreme in Turkey, because it is everywhere.
Time to stop talking and start looking.
|The wall is covered by whitewash and a black tar-like substance. It glistened while the white was very flat.|
|The wall was probably about 60 feet long and well over three stories high. It was an extraordinary Modern painting, only no one was noticing.|
|An older section of the botanical garden's pathways. I like the centre section with it's almost completely ruined appearance. There is a little hit of gold and white at the centre top that interrupts and conflicts with the central focus. I like it.|
|This is looking upwards into a vault kind of corner in a courtyard. Here I am interested in the interruption of the lines and the changes of direction.|