Suratsız Istanbul

Acryclic on Canvas

Acryclic on Canvas

Acryclic on Canvas

Year

Nov '25

Dimensions

70x70 cm

Technique

Acryclic on Canvas

Year

Nov '25

Dimensions

70x70 cm

Technique

Acryclic on Canvas

Year

Nov '25

Dimensions

70x70 cm

Technique

Acryclic on Canvas

Despite that expressionless mask on people's faces, this tram passing through the street whispers that there is still something radiant in Istanbul and that a hope is hidden even in the darkest crowd.

Despite that expressionless mask on people's faces, this tram passing through the street whispers that there is still something radiant in Istanbul and that a hope is hidden even in the darkest crowd.

Despite that expressionless mask on people's faces, this tram passing through the street whispers that there is still something radiant in Istanbul and that a hope is hidden even in the darkest crowd.

© Suratsız Istanbul

© Suratsız Istanbul

© Suratsız Istanbul

Story

In the streets of "Sour-faced Istanbul," no one recognizes anyone else; every gaze remains suspended in a dull void, as if hitting a wall. This indifference and gray coldness covering every corner of the city is only broken by the vibrant red of a nostalgic tram gliding on the rails. Despite that expressionless mask on people's faces, this tram passing through the street whispers that there is still something radiant in Istanbul and that a hope is hidden even in the darkest crowd.

Story

In the streets of "Sour-faced Istanbul," no one recognizes anyone else; every gaze remains suspended in a dull void, as if hitting a wall. This indifference and gray coldness covering every corner of the city is only broken by the vibrant red of a nostalgic tram gliding on the rails. Despite that expressionless mask on people's faces, this tram passing through the street whispers that there is still something radiant in Istanbul and that a hope is hidden even in the darkest crowd.

Story

In the streets of "Sour-faced Istanbul," no one recognizes anyone else; every gaze remains suspended in a dull void, as if hitting a wall. This indifference and gray coldness covering every corner of the city is only broken by the vibrant red of a nostalgic tram gliding on the rails. Despite that expressionless mask on people's faces, this tram passing through the street whispers that there is still something radiant in Istanbul and that a hope is hidden even in the darkest crowd.

Sacred Passage

Topkapi Palace

Sacred Passage

Topkapi Palace

Sacred Passage

Topkapi Palace