black cat istanbul life
i don’t really draw animals - maybe because i’ve never had an animal - but if black cats keep finding me in istanbul the way they have so far - then i expect i’ll have my “own” black cat soon.
this one is named reşo - meaning black in kurdish - and belongs to the host of the apartment i’m renting. i’ve spent 20 days in this apartment, in this city, with reşo - and it took me a week to realize that HE is the dominating character of my istanbul life. he is the one i come home to, wake up to, take naps with, play-fight with, and kiss one thousand times a day. i have never lived with an animal before, and i’m noticing how it radically changes the experience of time, and space. animal intimacy is an intimacy without words.
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if objects in motion (me) tend to stay in motion - unless interrupted by an external force - then the black cat is my exteral force. perhaps not him specifically, but the soul of other black cats like him - who - i have no doubt - will continue to find me in this city, and teach me something about living an instinctual love without words.
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