A pale morning in Istanbul.
I miss the sight of mountains.
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All images unless otherwise noted were photographed or drawn by me.
Please ask for my permission before using anything contained within this blog. Thank you!
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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2010
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September
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- the beeb
- cistern
- the eyes of the seraphim
- complementary colours
- memento
- messy sketches
- between europe and asia
- floating city
- bayram
- precious things
- a few recent portraits
- forgetting the search
- sounds of boudha
- petals
- a heart's home
- tiny brushes, steady hands
- back in boudha
- pokhara to kathmandu, drawn
- the road to kathmandu
- bandipur
- a land-locked ocean
- needless emotions
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September
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All images unless otherwise noted were photographed or drawn by me.
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2 comments:
This is a beautiful photograph!
I just have been going through your blog - what an experience Nepal must have been - your stories, drawings and photos are so enjoyable to read and look at. I also really love the intimate moments you capture. I'll be checking your blog out often to see what else you are up to!
Best regards,
Ronnie
Why thank you so much, Ronnie!
I'm happy to hear you're enjoying the blog.
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