Notation 2016, No.4 »Remembering Istanbul«

»After a time, my hand had become as skilled as my eyes. So if I was drawing a very fine tree, it felt as if my hand was moving without me directly it.
As I watched the pencil race across the page, I would look on it in amazement, as if the drawing were the proof of another presence, as if someone else had taken up residence in my body. As I marvelled at his work aspiring to become his equal, another part of my brain was busy inspecting the curves of the branches, the placement of mountains, the composition as a whole, reflecting that I had created this scene on a blank piece of paper.
My mind was at the tip of my pen, acting before I could think; at the same time it could survey what I had already done. This second line of perception, this ability to analyse my progress, was the pleasure this small artist felt when he looked at the discovery of his courage and freedom.
To step outside myself, to know the second person who had taken up residence inside me, was to retrace the dividing line that appeared as my pencil slipped across the paper, like a boy sledding in the snow.«
Orhan Pamuk, Istanbul: Memories and the City

Istanbul 10./11. Juni 2005

»Life can't be all that bad, I’d think from time to time. Whatever happens, I can always take a long walk along the Bosphorus.«
Orhan Pamuk, Istanbul: Memories and the City

Istanbul 12./13. Juni 2005

Tomaso Carnetto