The Light Painting

Galata ● I am in love with a tower I am one of the fluorescent white seagulls spinning like magnets round its axis by night We squeezed into a black and white shot It was an extended autumn, cool and light My beloved was majestic A story older than stone and roots, at the end of the last chapter I was always there It became a habit, I would lift up my head on the ferry to look for the tower, check it was still there I would pay homage Of course it was a challenge to stay in one piece in this city, not to be pounded, what did you expect? Out of its time, the tower was the only thing left standing when everything else came crashing down And as I gazed at it, I asked myself why my heart was always so naïve a fool, to be blunt, as we'd call it between ourselves till our eyes swam with tears and we were laughing I would call it the tower of the wind The person at the summit, neighbour to the clouds Istanbul would spin round it in devoted circles The stones of past centuries would slip with today's rain 'Shall we lower the sky to Galata and live forever?' said a snatch of graffiti and I wanted its author to ask me every time I walked past I opened my arms to embrace it My stone beloved grew warm between my palms ORIGINAL POEM BY Karin Karakaslı TRANSLATED BY Canan Marasligil WITH • Sarah Howe This is the Inspiration behind creating this art.

Painting:Acrylic on Canvas

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:17.5 W x 17.5 H x 0.5 D in

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