I was pulled into blue cloth spinning
My heart into threads, wound around the twisting body
Of a stranger I felt tied to.
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art / appetite / adventure
Harika is the Turkish word for wonderful, marvellous, extraordinary. It has always been one of my most favourite words, for both its meaning and the pleasure of pronouncing it.
Welcome to Harika, the adventures of a compulsive sketcher.
Welcome to Harika, the adventures of a compulsive sketcher.
The Art / The Appetite
The Adventures
The open road
The Archive
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June
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- light through a straw hat
- spin, dervish
- alignment
- five parts to a great night
- barcelona in ink
- a last look
- decorated
- mercat del encants
- miró
- walls
- perspective
- picasso and the mammoth
- nucleus
- broken ceramics, broken bones
- the greys
- the curve of a clavicle
- the macba
- oh the many things to crave
- stories in stone
- yellow
- la sagrada familia
- breakfast and incompletion
- the first three
- wings and scales
- the many balconies of barcelona
- mary of the sea
- salinger under the magnolias
- hmmm...
- the streetside gallery
- ¡adios barcelona, hola estambul!
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