The chaos, which seems to have tried to tell and make perceptible this wonderful domain of the light of Istanbul is without criteria. On the contrary, I tried to live the "visitor" the uncontrollable explosion, extended and generated everywhere, that the city gives. The frantic passage from one place to another contains in itself, always, the seed of light and its constructive power, of shapes, lines, volumes, thoughts and breaths.
The chaos, which seems to have tried to tell and make perceptible this wonderful domain of the light of Istanbul is without criteria. On the contrary, I tried to live the "visitor" the uncontrollable explosion, extended and generated everywhere, that the city gives. The frantic passage from one place to another contains in itself, always, the seed of light and its constructive power, of shapes, lines, volumes, thoughts and breaths.
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