Our plan was to drive up through Edirne, down to Gallipoli, and cross the Dardanelles by ferry to Anatolia.
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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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June
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- in-between
- so this is it
- rainbows and pepper gas
- above
- beneath
- pergamon
- the many layers of troy
- worn stone
- lest we forget
- sometimes i have to pinch myself
- we begin the journey with an old mosque
- the pea soup syndrome
- dots of ink
- a light in the dark
- from one of my nepali sketchbooks
- sketching ram prasad
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