Haydarpasa

Acryclic on Canvas

Acryclic on Canvas

Acryclic on Canvas

Year

Dec '25

Dimensions

60x60 cm

Technique

Acryclic on Canvas

Year

Dec '25

Dimensions

60x60 cm

Technique

Acryclic on Canvas

Year

Dec '25

Dimensions

60x60 cm

Technique

Acryclic on Canvas

Today, even though the sound of trains is not heard on its tracks, Haydarpaşa continues to rise at the entrance of the Bosphorus like the city's most magnificent and proud seal.

Today, even though the sound of trains is not heard on its tracks, Haydarpaşa continues to rise at the entrance of the Bosphorus like the city's most magnificent and proud seal.

Today, even though the sound of trains is not heard on its tracks, Haydarpaşa continues to rise at the entrance of the Bosphorus like the city's most magnificent and proud seal.

© Haydarpasa

© Haydarpasa

© Haydarpasa

Story

Today, even though the sound of trains is not heard on its tracks, Haydarpaşa continues to rise at the entrance of the Bosphorus like the city's most magnificent and proud seal. This is the stop where, for decades, every traveler coming from Anatolia first saw the sea and inhaled the scent of salt for the first time before disembarking from the ferry. Carrying the reunions brought by so many trains and the separations left at the ends of the tracks on its back, these stone walls hold the memories of thousands of people even in their current silence. While the ferry gliding on the sea greets those bidding farewell to the city one last time, the orange lights striking its windows during the purple hours of the evening further accentuate the building's architectural weight and its dominance over the Bosphorus.

Story

Today, even though the sound of trains is not heard on its tracks, Haydarpaşa continues to rise at the entrance of the Bosphorus like the city's most magnificent and proud seal. This is the stop where, for decades, every traveler coming from Anatolia first saw the sea and inhaled the scent of salt for the first time before disembarking from the ferry. Carrying the reunions brought by so many trains and the separations left at the ends of the tracks on its back, these stone walls hold the memories of thousands of people even in their current silence. While the ferry gliding on the sea greets those bidding farewell to the city one last time, the orange lights striking its windows during the purple hours of the evening further accentuate the building's architectural weight and its dominance over the Bosphorus.

Story

Today, even though the sound of trains is not heard on its tracks, Haydarpaşa continues to rise at the entrance of the Bosphorus like the city's most magnificent and proud seal. This is the stop where, for decades, every traveler coming from Anatolia first saw the sea and inhaled the scent of salt for the first time before disembarking from the ferry. Carrying the reunions brought by so many trains and the separations left at the ends of the tracks on its back, these stone walls hold the memories of thousands of people even in their current silence. While the ferry gliding on the sea greets those bidding farewell to the city one last time, the orange lights striking its windows during the purple hours of the evening further accentuate the building's architectural weight and its dominance over the Bosphorus.

Distant Kin

Distant Kin

Distant Kin