The first sight of the sea made me giddy with joy. I had no idea how much seeing those waves would excite me— I grew up with the Black Sea, and only realised at this moment how I had taken it for granted.
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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
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December
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- neon, and the smell of fried dough
- the human hand
- dialogues
- feliz natal!
- sesimbra
- i really do more than just eat
- adding and subtracting
- red carnations
- good food, good friends
- the end of a journey
- wood and white
- six
- beautiful amasya
- the places birds take you
- the sight of the sea
- into the fog
- ottoman fashion
- remember these?
- a first time for everything
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