Ceramic workshop 

With shaky hand I began, it’s not as easy as I thought even when I wanted a more complicated piece I managed to complete this one! The color pink will turn red, purple into blue and green will appear after the final stage as green. 

Later after the workshop I had a quick bite in a restaurant located in the busy Sultan Ahmet, Istanbul. I over heard  conversation between two ladies which was sadly shocking, she went on briefing her friend in a sarcastic way saying ‘who would want to be with a crazy person like me!’ As her friend remained all ears she kept making fun of herself. I couldn’t stand her self abuse, thinking the color purple won’t turn blue without spending sometime inside the oven! Pressure and difficult circumstances changes people. Oh my… the way her life turned, speechless. 

By the time my 10 days journey ended I received an email from the art center apologizing for not being able to proceed to the final stage, there is an issue with the kiln, many artworks have been damaged. Sadly I couldn’t see the results I promised but I did like the journey of creating and I think I did well. 


Seagulls, plan my retirement please. 

I have been to the glamorous Paris and to the cultural London and from Far East to the most entertaining states in the U.S.  Istanbul has captured my attention for sure and kept me interested every time I visit.

Those curious, pushy and intelligent creatures, I have never seen as big as those Turkish seagulls! Crossing from Europe to Asia daytime.. every sea journey we take has a marvelous impact, I look at the locals around us and wonder if they’re used to this unusual yet very familiar scene… ummm I think they are! 

Oh I am going to let those birds plan my retirement, here between East and West, where I feel hidden yet close to home and isolated but surrounded by friendly faces. 

IST, Jan. 

The color black 

I have officially introduced to the color black when I moved and lived in Qatar 2012. My closet became 80% dark colors, mostly black. It wasn’t an option before that, surely not my favorite. By time I realized the huge dramatic change and wondered what happened? 
Here in Istanbul you can never miss the fact that the color black is people number one choice — plain black, strong and clear. Orhan Pamuk once said describing his home town ‘Istanbul, city of sadness…’ 
Preferring color over another definitely reflects our mood and hidden feelings and in some cases to fit within new circles, different cultures and so on… why do I need to analyze continuously wearing black when it’s simply because it’s a gorgeous color!