slowing down in ibrahimpasa, turkey

still trying to catch up with myself on this whirlwind journey. have hit the proverbial wall, so saturated am i from the world around me. no place more so than turkey am i simultaneously stimulated and creatively blocked. could be the backlog of images and experiences from previous residencies that i am still trying to digest, the physical need to stop and be still, the longing to reflect what i see and feel in such an exotic land, but the fact is i am just plain pooped. so in times of stress (see "labyrinth" in the hero's journey), i go back to my logbook and just make simple records of things that catch my eye.

an old worn pillow in my apartment

interior of blue mosque, istanbul