|Yeni Mosque, Eminonou Istanbul|
"It's sometimes called painting with water” Betul says to me from her top floor studio where I am torn between jaw dropping views of Istanbul and what’s happening in the seaweed thickened water on the table in front of me. Betul makes it look easy and while there is a kind of natural flow to raking and fanning the colors, my lines are no where near as uniform as hers and my peacock pattern is laughable – squished flat like a heavy sandwich instead of full like a balloon. But I thoroughly enjoy the afternoon selecting colors, dropping them onto the sludgy water to see them expand and moving them with metal awls and rakes of various sizes. I’m only kind of embarrassed when she selects a generic artsy English language playlist on spotify that starts with Simon and Garfunkel and includes many songs I already know. Is my “type” so knowable? I think, being sure not to drip ox gall infused paint onto my black jeans. But then I don’t care and I discover what ultramarine looks like with powder blue and crimson red. (Yes, that's me gasping in the video...)
It's not personal.
|Can't take credit for this one, Betul was really incredible|