Pensive brows and distant eyes
among hand-carved spoons, hammered metal
mounds of fiery red pepper, purple sumac, rose petals
the fragrance of laurel soap, piled high
in pyramids of green and earth.
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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
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May
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- the best twelve lira spent
- the origin of a word
- making room for dessert
- lunch
- of footsteps and echoes
- little pieces of stone
- a little colour and curve
- faces of the market
- the colours of antakya
- antioch
- in pencil and ink
- everything's better with a pigeon
- a winged escort
- the ache
- the colours of trabzon
- a threatening sky
- another u-turn
- facing the myth
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