#melancholic landscapes

[maydayistactile]

[sacralimplication]

[andulkaphoto]

"Winter evening" on Society6

[dramavinile]

solitude, hidden landscape

[nakedinthecity]

The Tree, 20.10.2020

[zehpeh]

"TRACES" - acrylics/ink/tape/digital - August 2023

[lendmeyourunderbelly-home]

Pond at Beetsterzwaag in the evening (plein air) - 30x30 cm - oil painting on wood - 2023

Framed: €195, Painting without frame: €175

Available for purchase

[cuicuit]

[hasanisikli]

The Izmir bay, the skyscrapers and the tiny decorative Turkish flags.

Summer is over, and it is a rainy day. Hot and strong sun shines are not here now, I don’t have to escape from it.

This moment is so tender, peaceful and melancholic. I write intentionally in English so that my non-Turkish speaking friends can also follow the lines.

The melancholy doesn’t come from the rainy day. It comes from these three elements in the composition. The bay is my memory pool. This is the place where I remember who I am and what I have done for decades. It used to be also my trial on the way of Yaşar University where I worked for many years with the interruptions of doctoral thesis in Ghent and lockdown during the pandemic. Those small flags represent the state and institutions. They remind my primary school that we used to decorate the classroom especially for the upcoming Republic Fest in 29 October and National Soverignity and Children Fest in 23 April.

The skyscrapers represent the present and they have become urban landscape of Izmir. They remind me the aggressive urban regeneration in the bay area where many buildings were evacuated and destroyed after the earthquake of 2020. My own house would almost be destroyed because of the selfish desires of some apartment owners. This reminds me the the hyper inflation and how my entity is vulnerable in this power game based on land.

A land has an economic value and connected with this, it is laden with symbolic meanings. In one year many things changed in my life. I know, many people still go to the same work or they continue their routine. Not me.

[ajderniz]

House

Day Fourteen of the Ajderniz Warmup Month. I am a little disappointed of the end result. I did rush it at the end, but I still struggle at maintaining consistent values across the layers of a scene. When I do the initial shading, it doesn't look so good, so I just speed-hatch it until it looks... well, acceptable.

I liked the lineart though.

Nah, I'll do it again tomorrow.

[traveltherightroad]

It is a crime of the highest order that I don’t live in a place with trains.

[yorkcalling]

Album Review: Sofia Dragt - ISA

Album Review: Sofia Dragt – ISA

Sofia Dragt is a Utrecht, Netherlands-based artist we discovered on the blog through her tracks Islands and Temporary Gold. The latter features on her new album, ISA, a collection of songs inspired by and created in Ísafjördur, Iceland where Sofia lived as artist in residence. (more…)

[dramavinile]

[nakedinthecity]

Wintertime Melancholy, 12.12.2021

[todayontumblr]

Wednesday May 3.

Landscapes.

Let's face it, we've all been there.

But if we are being honest with ourselves, there are fewer pleasures in life as simple, or indeed as great, than taking a moment to stare out over the wire/abyss/majesty/spectacle/vista/band/other of your horizon, taking a deep breath, and thinking. Or indeed not thinking—just staring out, empty and happy as a beach ball, yet knowing how aloof and unknowable and sexy and intriguing you must look to the hikers/dog walkers/wildlife/insects/others around you. You just wouldn't get it, your body language appears to say.

This is because life offers no pleasures quite like a good #landscape. It's a home and retreat for every reason, every season, and indeed everyone. All are welcome to stand or sit and marvel at the extraordinary, often moving sights offered by millions of years of natural, and very slow, changes in rock formations above and below the crust of the earth.

We will leave you with these fantastic images for now, and if you ever happen to see us avoiding bae, romancing our melancholic solitude, and gazing out over the horizon, don't hesitate to say hi.

[lendmeyourunderbelly-home]

Very old platanus trees at the cemetery (plein air) - 40x40 cm - oil on wood - 2023

Framed: €255, Painting without frame: €230

Available for purchase