İÇİMDEKİ GİZLİ ŞEHİR

The City Hidden Within Me

“How many cities can fit inside a person, when they cannot even fit into themselves...”

An invitation echoing in the desolation of the streets within us, in the yellow hue of time and right in the middle of a wounded geography... In this series; cats holding the hand of loneliness, childlike rebellions pinching the cheek of the Moon, secrets lying sorrowfully behind locked doors and cold climates where love shivers all come together.

Sometimes a midnight melancholy raised in a glass, sometimes a word as sharp as the Sirat bridge, and sometimes the weary heart itself saying, "I wrote, I grew cold, I fell silent"... The City Hidden Within Me; is the diary of those who are not afraid of getting lost, those who warm themselves in their own fire and those whose street is their own heart.

Come inside; the doors are ajar, the streets are ours.