The Bosphorus splits Istanbul in two parts. A rift in the madness of Europe and Asia, drifting between bodies of fresh and salt water cooling the heated passion of a most ancient urban jungle. The hot, hot, heat of human movement generates organized chaos as this great strait, this rift, cushions the blow, keeping thisContinue reading “Sketching Sights: Istanbul, City on the Edge (Art. Travel. Writing. Islam. Architecture)”
I’m afraid of you Standing too close We’ll fall into eternity
Whitewashed seaside facade under a beating Moroccan sun.
I’m led through the imperial city of Fes by a pair of shrouded figures. We dance through the shadows of mud brick passageways and into the medina in time for the Asr call to prayer.