I love supermarkets. I love all the neatly stacked brightly coloured packages of soaps and cereals, the piles of produce and shelves of oil tins. This is probably why I take so long to grocery shop, I'm too busy wandering through the aisles staring at everything.
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.