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Wilco eski bir woswosda

Wilco Bolulu aşcılarla birlikte mutfakta

Wilco at arabası kullanırken

Wilco Mardinlilerle birlilkte antik kentte

Wilco Kütahya'da kahvede


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I have a strange relationship with roads. They call out to me when I’m absent their surface for even the shortest time; rugged back streets and narrow dirt paths included, I’ve always listened to their call. And so, when I hear their familiar song once more, I pack my bag and return. Cars, campervans or aeroplanes let me follow the song back to the road and my journey to a new horizon.

This was the essence of my Turkish series, Wilco’nun Karavani. The call of the road took me travelling for days, which turned into weeks, months and years. I travelled from one village to another, from this region to the next until my eyes had seen and my heart felt a large part of Turkey. The people I met greeted me with an abundance of flavours and the intimate, openness they offered in sharing their stories and problems allowed a larger audience to experience their lives, share in their happiness and understand their pain. Time and time again my journey left me humbled and touched at the incredible softness of heart found inside the determined, steely resolve of those challenged by poverty. Everywhere I went I found traces of the past and the history of the people, histories that no earthquake or government can erase. In areas where nature or historical artefacts were under threat I stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the locals in clamouring for the authorities to “hear us!”

Fascinated by the adventure and addicted to the road, every night I parked my campervan facing west so I could wake with the sun, which was welcomed each morning with its promise of warmth and new story. In my unique 5-year journey neither the blue nor the green of this country has tired me, which is why I’m impatient to hear the road call again, though I know it will come soon. The roads miss my step as I miss travelling them and the adventures they lay in my path, which I will share with you.





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