Even in its crammed up concrete forests İstanbul offers inspiration to an artist. Mind you the view from this artist's studio is a rare delicacy not many Istanbulers enjoy. In this instance I was just getting used to my new Nikon D80, taking snapshots of a friend's quest for perfecting her coloring skills, and making some snide comments. Probably nullifying any inspirational help she was exacting from a Istanbul panaroma which by now should have become all but ordinary.
I took a few more shots, experimenting with light a bit. And all but forgot this shot. A few weeks ago I rediscovered this shot while browsing through my folders in order to find a suitable profile picture for a friend's Facebook page. I remembered that I felt how unexpectedly inspirational, inadvertently enjoyable a great city can be. Istanbul today is mostly a gigantic mass of gray patches of dusty buildings that have no artistic sense of architecture, not an iota of the majestic legacy of the city they were built on (not in but on because they feel to have been placed on the ruins of an older version much like the seven layers of Troy built and rebuilt on top of one another). Istanbul can be concrete giant mostly, but still breathtaking and inspiring.
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