Just before leaving İzmir, I opened my iPad and sketched this quickly. No perfectionism, no plan.Just that feeling of “let me leave whatever’s still inside me somewhere before I go.” Sometimes it’s not the sketchbook that opens, but the iPad; sometimes it’s not a pen, but the Apple Pencil that takes my hand.But the tool never matters — it’s the last moment of contact I make with the city. This drawing is exactly that:the soft melancholy of the return trip,the thin threshold b

Hello, I am an earthling! Thirty-five years ago, I emerged from my mother's womb and opened my eyes to this universe, which we then only knew as the sole form of life and the planet we inhabit. Since then, like all of us, I have been progressing on the path of writing my own story as a human earthling (briefly, I will refer to myself as an earthling at times from now on). Ancient wisdom says that a human is born first as a human being, yet still only human, and it takes time