When I was young, I would be inexplicably struck with great emotion and feeling at the most curious and commonplace of moments: sitting on a rooftop staring across Istanbul's ocean of concrete and minarets, listening to an over-played pop song, watching passers-by out of the car window. The intensity of these moments would be matched by their bitter-sweetness.
As this drew on, I was compelled to apply
a prying, inquisitive lens to these sorts of experiences and my surroundings. I had a fascination with philosophical analysis but the dry rigidness of traditional philosophical pursuits left a sense of human connection and communication to be desired, and so I gravitated to the arts as a more suitable medium.
As this drew on, I was compelled to apply
a prying, inquisitive lens to these sorts of experiences and my surroundings. I had a fascination with philosophical analysis but the dry rigidness of traditional philosophical pursuits left a sense of human connection and communication to be desired, and so I gravitated to the arts as a more suitable medium.