Like pious monks in peaked caps, rushing off to vespers.
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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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2015
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February
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- the evolution of a lunch
- urban
- olá porto!
- meanwhile, in istanbul
- walk like a dinosaur
- the pressing issue of lunch
- jim henson, time traveller?
- a promise kept
- nazaré
- bitoque
- orange, grey, and green
- snow and sea
- and when you're in edirne...
- synagogue
- remember
- the pandas of edirne
- the barber
- playing with pencil
- more sketches of anatolia
- becoming strangers
- thirty-six
- night fell on avanos
- the monk's valley
- the rose valley
- the red valley
- secrets hidden in caves
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February
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All images unless otherwise noted were photographed or drawn by me.
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