THREE GENERATIONS IN DALYAN
3 generations in Dalyan – 7/15 – Purdane—–The grandmother’s hair was as white as a halo, around sapphire eyes in deep black shadows. Her brown-eyed daughter rowed me from the dock past the ruined tombs. While I was drawing them, here came the big freckled granddaughter Purdane, whose eyes and hair were amber. They lived in a lush beautiful place with pale green water full of rushes under overhanging trees. Across from their home are sheer saffron cliffs, planed by the ancients for tombs.
DEAD GODS IN DALYAN
All along the blazing hillside / Powerful dead gods in Dalyan – 6 July 2015—–The sheer planes of these cliffs are saffron and cinnamon-colored, planed by the ancients before they carved their tombs. The rubble from the planing rises jagged and dark at the bottom of the cliffs. On either side are the gray-green masses of olive trees and brush. Below is pale green water full of rushes. I drew this from the balcony of a wonderful guest-house at the bottom of the cliff, right on the water, where I was treated to tea and fruit and every consideration as I drew. The logo of the guesthouse is a white cat with one blue eye and one green: a Van Cat, and their yard was full of cats and hammocks. Now that I can walk better, I am going back to stay there, and walk the trail up to the tombs.
Jeannie asleep June 2015—–Back in Istanbul with my friend Jeannie, exhausted, here, from seeing all her friends on a fast trip from Canada.
On the metro ’15—–When you realize they haven’t told you everything.