Friday gone, having visited one of Istanbul’s most famous art exhibitions, I got the urge to write. Sitting on a high stool over looking the exhibition ground, I jotted down my impression of the show or should I say the people I ended up watching at the show and my own validation of the work exhibited.
Keep in mind that there are world famous artists works there, the prices of some of these babies are astonishing like the prices on the people buying them.
I’ve taken pictures of my favourite pieces and added to the post related and unrelated, it’s art. Hats off to all the artists for some of their twisted ways of expressing their vision through the beauty of art.
I people- watch you see, so with all due respect to all its artists and visitors, these expressions are mine and the impression you get of what I’ve got to say is yours…
Fake artists and mini skirts. Contemporary passion with old skool hopes.
Cheap perfume with expensive wine.
Expression of love and the fear of attachment. Hand me down shoes with Channel bags.
The ‘take me away’ dreams of the settled lives.
Cities, dreams, cars, clothes, laughter and food and everything else that adds up to what we call ‘Life’. Art, soul and expression trying to make an impression.
Signifiers of wealth, representations of the poor.
Hopeful validation’s by the unhopeful kind. Intense dreams of the caged mind.
Welcome to Istanbul.
Welcome to the most fantastic city in the world.