about the storm.

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

― haruki murakami

Original Fine Art:
Build with the mind
 “forsaken steps”  in objet trouvé concept.
Humble Life
Paint with Light
Choosing the Circus
Mind Vessel
Dreaming Beyond
Mirror
Done in Love
Enigmatic
Tranquil
Parallel worlds
Book of beautiful moments
Swayed In

Shadow Lights

A visual montage story from the Sharjah Light Festival in 2020. The Sharjah Light Festival invites internationally renowned artists to celebrate science, creativity, and heritage in a display of lights at beloved landmarks.

stories unpacked

Sara Sheridan once wrote, “To me, reading through old letters and journals is like treasure hunting. Somewhere in those faded, handwritten lines, there is a story that has been packed away in a dusty old box for years.” All of us bump into these kinds of packed memories in the form of old letters, artifacts, photographs, and other archives. In 2014, while cleaning some old rusty corners in the house, I had unearthed an old photo album. It contains some priceless photographs of my parents and grandparents before my birth. I was showing each picture to my grandmother to know the story behind it. Senior family members of mine may get some very interesting snaps of them in 70s trendy bell-bottom pants and 80s signature costumes. Those were film photographs on or before 1985ish times. Some of these photographs were damaged, yet some are intact. Even though some of the photographs have lines of chemical damages visible, they just dissipate when we are able to see smiling faces of family at some corner of that damaged aged photograph, a beautiful moment of frozen time. Memories like these never leave the premise of our minds. Through books and archives, they bounce back on you! These are treasure troves that are keys to many of our memory locks.

seeds sown.

“I grow plants for many reasons: to please my eye or to please my soul, to challenge the elements or to challenge my patience, for novelty or for nostalgia, but mostly for the joy in seeing them grow.”

— David Hobson

I have been longing to make a b’roll on the indoor vertical garden for quite some time now. Since I’m mostly indoors lately, I thought to give it a shot.

mind streets.

A street from Istanbul photographed in 2014. The building seen in the backdrop is a part of the famous Sultan Ahmet Mosque, also known as the “Blue Mosque”. Built somewhere between 1609 and 1616,  it is adorned with hand-painted blue tiles. The upper area is decorated with approximately 20,000 hand-painted glazed ceramic in 60 different tulip patterns. The lower stories are illuminated by 200 stained glass windows. It’s filled with majestic Byzantine art elements.

“When you wander in an empty silent street, you wander within the mind of wisdom!” ― Mehmet Murat ildan

stories & tea.

We’re holistically themed on rediscovering the extraordinary in the ordinary by vision.  Let’s compliment with a little poster from an afternoon tea with Netta.

“Who would then deny that when I am sipping tea in my tearoom I am swallowing the whole universe with it and that this very moment of my lifting the bowl to my lips is eternity itself transcending time and space?”

Daisetz Teitaro Suzuki, Zen and Japanese Culture

to be the eyes of a dove.

The title of this post is inspired by a beautiful poem written by the Serbian poet Dejan Stojanovic. Saw this lonely bird on the office gates after a day from work.

“To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes,
To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world;
To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter
But of that invisible soul pervading reality.
To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;
To be a lantern in the darkness Or an umbrella in a stormy day;
To feel much more than know. To be the eyes of an eagle,
the slope of a mountain;
To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;
To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;
To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets
Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.
To be a smile on the face of a woman And shine in her memory
As a moment saved without planning.”
― Dejan Stojanovic