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I just spent a fun-filled day of exploring Topkapı Palace and the Yerebatan Sarayı Cistern with a friend of mine from back in my Cairo days. There is so much to write about and since I'm sleepy, I thought I'd give you a little taste of the post I'll be concocting tomorrow. There will be more photos, a little history, food and of course, sketches.

a little breakfast

I went back to the Yeniköy Spor Kulübü for a little breakfast and a sketch. I've been wanting to draw this woman for the past three weeks now— I've been told she takes care of the bathrooms in the café and is from Anatolia. She has so much character, and is usually moving about but today she sat down and had a breakfast of bread, butter, cheese and tea. Her hands were so quick, they were difficult to draw.

Once again, a waiter whisked away my Moleskine and when he showed it to her, she let out this little noise of surprise and started smiling. She said all sorts of things to me that I didn't understand— I was told one of the things was "health to your hands." As I was touching up the drawing, I noticed a familiar happy face at a table— it was the gentleman I had drawn last week. We waved to each other and the Moleskine soon made its way over to him, where he thumbed through it, showing his friends the drawing he was in. I love the reactions I have gotten so far from my "models," they make for a fun and rewarding sketching experience.

wild parrots and potatoes

Yesterday I went to draw my favourite mosque in Istanbul, the Ortaköy Camii. It's a small elegant building on the Ortaköy pier, right on the Bosporus. I've loved it since I was a child, it has always seemed so intimate in comparison to some of the other older mosques, that feel so grand.

My goal for the day was to knock out a few drawings of the camii, Turkish for mosque, so I hopped on the bus and made my way down the Bosporus toward Ortaköy. It was another gorgeous spring-like day until we turned around one of the many bends in the road. The sky over Ortaköy was dark grey and suddenly, the bus was hit with rain. I had resigned myself to the idea of sketching in a café, but once I hopped off the bus, the rain stopped!

It seems so far that Turks are not big coffee-to-go people, they like to sit and enjoy their coffees rather than run about with them in their hands. While I do prefer to sit in a nice cosy café, there's nothing like having a hot latte next to you while you are sketching outdoors. So I ran into the one place that would guarantee I'd get a soy latte to-go, Starbucks. I ordered my drink in Turkish, feeling quite proud of myself, when suddenly the guys behind the counters started grinning and saying all these things I couldn't understand. I kept hearing something about a bean, fasulye, and then one of the guys would laugh. Through many hand gestures, I realised that they found it funny that I would drink "milk" from a bean with my coffee.

Dodging the cars, I ran across the street to the camii, wiped off a bench and sat down to draw. Midway into the sketch, the wind picked up and my fingers started to freeze, which made for a wonky drawing. I decided I'd rather grab a baked potato from the potato vendors nearby than try to stiffly sketch out another drawing. The potatoes are fantastic— a large baked potato is opened up, the insides whipped with a little salt, butter and cheese, then you get to pile in all sorts of toppings. It's perfect for a cold day, and the next time I go to Ortaköy, I won't forget to bring my camera and I'll take a picture.



I'm pretty happy with the looseness of the sketch, as I've been trying to get a little looser with my drawing. The camii has so many beautiful details that is was difficult for me not to break out a pen and try to draw every flute on the columns.

Walking home along the Bosporus with my potato, I saw the Savarona— the yacht of Turkey's founding father, Atatürk. The boat is truly stunning, a picture of 1930's glamour. She's been fully restored, with Atatürk's private quarters preserved as a museum. Apparently she can be chartered for cruises— but with celebrities and dignitaries listed as past passengers, I imagine getting on the boat would be quite difficult for those of us with tiny pockets.

Once I reached the town of Bebek, I saw a flash of brilliant green out of the corner of my eye accompanied by a familiar sound of laughter. I had just discovered that Istanbul has it's own flock of wild parrots— conures to be exact— just like the famous parrots of SF's Telegraph Hill. A few of the little birds were happily conversing up in a nearby tree, to my delight. Hopefully one day I can catch them on film.


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Today I finished my entries in Yoda Navarrete's book for Moly-X 48 Exquisite Corpse, part of the International Moleskine Exchange. This exchange is a little different in that once the book is completed, the pages will be cut into thirds so that the sections can be turned independently— this way you can see the top of one artist's entry on the middle of another artist's entry on the bottom of another's. The Exquisite Corpse idea was first formed by the Surrealists in the twenties to create a fun collaborative work of art. I've included in my entries a portrait of Yoda herself, photographer extraordinaire Ola Bell, and a self portrait.

blue

On the way home I drew this, sandwiched between people on the bus, balancing as though on a skateboard. Luckilly I didn't fall on someone.

a day in

I stayed in today to work on various art projects, so I thought I'd post some of the photos I've taken over the past few days that I like. Above is a drawing of a migraine I recently had.

public transport

Let me rave about Istanbul's public transport. After years of suffering SF's MUNI— buses that never ran on time, broke down, often crashed and yes, even caught on fire, I was thrilled by the cleanliness and efficiency of Istanbul's buses. I didn't see any gum, half-eaten chicken in a tub under a seat, grafitti or discarded sodas. People were courteous with each other and obeyed the No Cell-phone sign. I also didn't have to wait long before a bus or a dolmüş came along that was going my way. Speaking of dolmüş, I learned today that you can pick one up from anywhere on the side of the road and my, how people are friendly! I got a little confused as to where my stop was, so I asked the driver (in broken Turkish) if the building I was pointing to was where I needed to get off. Realising I was a foreigner, the driver and about three other passengers kindly explained through hand gestures and smiles that my stop was two stops away. They all alerted me when we got there and wished me "iyi günler," a "good day." I am in love. Good, easy and inexpensive transportation is necessary to being able to get around a massive city like Istanbul. In the next few days I'll try out the Metro.

I had just gotten off the bus on the way back and decided I needed to sit on a bench and draw this, the beginning of a town called Sarıyer. The Black Sea is right around the corner from Sarıyer, which has a rather large iskele, or port. From there you can catch all sorts of ferryboats, which I can't wait to do.

sketch and tea

First off, I'd like to mention how happy I am to be able to say "President Obama." I watched the Inauguration last night, moved and inspired. I feel proud and optimistic. And goodness, I can't help but say it— didn't he look hot?

I was glad today was a little warmer since I still don't have any proper winter clothes. I was able to throw on a coat over my standard SF uniform and leave the house without freezing— which felt so good. I went to Yeniköy Spor Kulübü again to do some sketching and have a tea. Turkish tea, çay, is a black tea that's served piping hot in little tulip-shaped glasses with sugarcubes on the side.


When I was close to finished, the waiter asked if he could see what I was drawing. I showed it to him, then suddenly he took my Moleskine and presented it to the man drawn here. What was a look of utter confusion melted into a big grin, and all sorts of things were said with smiles. The man was so flattered, especially since he felt he was drawn younger, and asked if he could get a photocopy of the sketch. With my nod and an "evet," Turkish for "yes," the sketch was whisked away to a little scanner/printer by the cash register. I signed the photocopy and handed it to my model, who was all smiles and thankful. It was an experience that made my day.



Then I went to Asia— I love being able to say that! I needed a new duvet and a few random things, so I crossed the Fatih Sultan Mehmet Bridge to Ikea. Sometimes Ikea is just the place for what you need. I also got an akbil today, which is a rechargeable metal button that works as a bus, metro and ferry pass. You charge it up with money and get to pay a reduced fare. Now there's no stopping me.

a little of this and that

I haven't spoken Turkish since I was ten. It's amazing how languages can just slip away if they aren't used. I've got some basic vocabulary down but I'm a little shaky at stringing words into sentences. The other day, I wanted to tell a cab driver to drop me off at the fish stand, instead I told him emphatically that "Fish is ok." We had a good laugh, then I tried to say "good evening" and ended up telling him "good night," which is only used intimately. We laughed even harder. That's the wonderful thing about Turkish people— I've never felt ridiculed or afraid to try and speak their language. People here are quite patient, kind and willing to help you learn— just today I was given a friendly pronunciation lesson at a frozen yoghurt stand. Apparently I've got my "ü" sound down!

Turkish is a very musical language with everything built on vowel harmony; words that begin with vowels that are sounded in the front of the mouth will end with front-sounding vowels. Likewise, words with throaty vowels will end with throaty vowels. Turkish is what's called an agglutinating language— "attachments" or suffixes are stuck onto words to create a sentence or part of a sentence. It sounds complicated, but once you've got the rhythm down, it comes easier than most languages. There are also very few grammatical irregularities, and everything is phonetic!



After the yoghurt and the language lesson I worked on some pigeons, a drawing of a migraine I had recently and an entry for Moleskine Exchange 48.
I also drew a guy I saw in a café this afternoon, but I don't like how it came out. If he grows on me, he'll be scanned and posted.

a semi-productive day

I had planned on going to the Dalí exhibit at the Sabanci Museum today but when I saw the line that stretched down the road, I knew it wasn't going to happen. I went home to work on some new pigeons for my Coup series.
I started Coup in 2007 for fun, never expecting them to fly off the shelves as they have. But really, who wouldn't want a drawing of a pigeon with a Napoleonic complex? I adore pigeons, and took to studying their behaviour back in San Francisco. I noticed that many pigeons were missing feet from all those horrible spikes people place on ledges. In all the places I have lived, I had never seen such mangled birds. I imagined that they had had enough, that a pigeon's coo was a call for a coup. I broke out my Prismacolors and metallic ink, and Coup was born. I'm delighted that it has been so appreciated!

Once I get the new pigeons I am working on to a good point, I'll post a photo of them for you. In the meantime, here's a small sampling of my feathered friends:



On a different note, these are two of my latest sketches. The first takes place in a Starbucks— I saw this woman and had to draw her, her hair was enormous and her expression incredible. The second I sketched tonight at Filiz, a fantastic fish restaurant in Tarabya.

new shoes, an early gift and an experiment.

Isn't it marvellous when something you've had your eye on is suddenly 60% off? I've been dreaming of these strappy gray babies since before the holidays. Today I'm wearing the 10 lira/6 dollar shirt-dress I found at the Levent market in December, my souvenir-scarf from Lebanon and the belt I got for Christmas from my mom. I ended up switching shoes before running out the door since I was planning on going to Ortaköy, a fun part of town with narrow cobblestone alleys that while charming, can eat up your heels. It was a quick trip— tea in a cosy café, a game of checkers and peeking in boutiques. As an early birthday gift, my sister bought me a gorgeous handmade necklace of antique beads crocheted onto the trim of old scarves. I fell for it instantly, it so reminded me of spring. I still can't quite believe I'll be 30 in the next two weeks. I'm excited—
I plan on having much more fun in my thirties.



On Tuesday I went to a café in Yeniköy called the Yeniköy Spor Kulübü, where people often get together to play Mah-jong, Okey and cards in addition to having lunch. I decided to try sketching with gouache in an attempt to loosen up my drawing style. I think I'll keep trying to see what happens.

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It is imperative that any Sketcher have within reach a delicious Turkish coffee, or kahve. A Turkish coffee is thick, silty and strong, served in a dainty little cup. I like it best orta, medium-sweet— your other options are şekersiz, sugarless and şekerli, sweet. There's a tradition of flipping the emptied cup upside down onto its saucer and reading the future in the sediment left behind. I've seen a jungle full of animals and patterns in mine, but I haven't the foggiest what it all means!

the sahil yolu

Morning rain, gray and wind looked as though it would keep me in for the day, but once I got dressed the sun came out and the wind died. It was the warmest day yet, perfect for a long walk. I decided to see how far my feet would take me along the Bosphorus' Sahil Yolu, or coastal road. The water was cloudy with jellies and full of birds— gulls, ducks, cormorants— Turkey is a birdwatcher's paradise. All along the way, people were casually strolling with friends, working out at one of the many outdoor fitness stations, or fishing for hamsi, anchovies. I remember when I was a little girl, an old man sat down with me and my grandfather to show us his secret for catching the little silver fish. It was all about pulling the line with strength and grace, moving with the water. Just about every bend holds a memory, some I had forgotten until today.


Fatih Sultan Mehmet Köprüsü, the second Bosphorus bridge
 


Rumeli Hisarı fortress


Boğaziçi Köprüsü, the first Bosphorus bridge

At some point I decided that if I could make it to the town of Bebek, I would pick up some macarons at Divan— a heavenly patisserie that feels like a high-end jewellery store. I generally do not have a sweet tooth, but there's something about pistache macarons that makes me oh-so happy.



Here's a map of today's adventure, courtesy of Google:


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