Gary J. Kirkpatrick Art and Travel Blog
Expressionistic art
September 24, 2015
Below, a small boat serves as a kitchen. They make fish sandwhiches and pass them to the land. The bones go in the water (not a good idea, as the decomposition removed the oxygen from the water)
This is a great place to people watch.
Walking around Istanbul I began to get the impressions that there was not a high degree of religiosity. There are some women in ha-jib, but a small percentage; otherwise it’s just head scarves if not just plain western dress. Despite the dominance of the skyline in some areas by minarets and the very loud andcalls to prayer five times a day from more than one mosque at the same time, I did not observe an influx of people heading to the mosques.
I was surprised, given the success of the AKP, an Islamic party although officially secular as the law prohibits religious parties. Even the AKP is pro-Western and pro-American. However they support the Muslim Brotherhood and have been behind efforts to allow women to wear scarves in the public schools- prohibited since the time of Ataturk.
Gallup’s 2012 survey supports my impression: 23% of Turks are religious, 73% are irreligious and 2% are Atheists (not sure what happened to the other 2%). By ‘irreligious’ I mean that religion is not important to these people but they are not (at least openly) convinced atheists. I think Gallup and others mean by ‘atheist’ that you are certain there are no deities. Atheists do not all assert this, but rather that say that the evidence for deities is absent and that condition is unlikely to ever change.
The 75%/23% is a far greater spread than one might expect given that some 95% of the population is officially Muslim. I learned that they are registered as Muslim at birth, and must be so registered, unless their parents can show they have another religion. This is an intrusion into one’s personal affairs we do not tolerate in the rest of the western world (although there are intrusions, they are of a different sort).
I do not have a sense of where Turkey is headed. The continued success of the AKP is worrisome- they have been in power since the early part of this century.
October 1, 2015
Another surprise was the cuisine. It is very complex, sophisticated and exquisite. The pastries! I was stunned. Now the coffee, you can have it. Stick to the tea.
The other pleasant surprise – Istanbul Modern. I’ve posted here some photos. Their modern art collection is excellent, not so far out it makes no sense, but experimental enough to hold your attention.
The other pleasant surprise – Istanbul Modern. I’ve posted some photos in another entry. Their modern art collection is excellent, not so far out it makes no sense, but experimental enough to hold your attention.
On the less surprising but very pleasant side of things, The Bosphorus, the strait that divides Turkey between the “European” side and the “Asian” side, is always busy with ferries and ships, making a lovely backdrop for countless numbers, for the city is built on hills.
The main sites include the Blue Mosque and the Hagia Sophia. The former is not all that impressive, other than its size and airy feeling, unless you are a fan of their mosaics. They can be beautiful but they seemed overwhelmed by the size of the place. The Hagia is much more interesting not only for the structure but also the lovely (and sufficiently large) mosaics. You’d be surprised by its age and beauty, but I’d been there before. Here’s my rendition:
Being unrestricted by Islamic rules governing art, they can show the human figure. It’s well worn themes, but some are beautifully executed. I was not so surprised as a bit more appreciative than the last time, not that I fell asleep in here then.
I visited the Archaeological Museum, near the Topkapi Palace (it too, but it was so crowded we left before seeing very much of it, although the view alone is almost worth it). I had no idea that there would be some excellent Roman era sculptures, notably Alexander the Great and Sappho. I felt honored to be able to stand and sketch them in my little notebook.
There is an excellent overview of the history of the city, to the dawn of its history, its establishment as the capitol of the Eastern (Byzantine) Empire by Constantine, its sacking by the Crusaders (they thought it was a Muslim city, but it was Christian at that time), and its conquest by the Ottoman Turks. The explanations are in excellent English, here and in fact everywhere we went in Istanbul (a very pleasant surprise). This museum is worth another visit as I did not finish this section and there are two more buildings.
With more time I would try to visit more of the palaces and archaeological sites I learned about at the museum. The palaces you can see along the Bosphorus are both immense and stunningly beautiful (at least from outside).
The old wall is largely gone, but here’s a rendition of it.
If you’ve never visited, I suggest you put this city, nay, country (i’ve been elsewhere and it’s fabulous in differing ways) on your list.
September 29, 2015
We flew from Istanbul to Rome. We’ve rented an apartment on Tiburtina. We are a few steps from a Sicilian bakery, several pizza al talgio (sold by weight) places, tavola calda- ‘hot tables’ meaning you order from the glass case and they weigh and bring it to you, a good and expensive way to eat out. There are restaurants, including a highly rated modestly priced one down the street, and there’s Picolo Molisi right next to it. P.M. is a well known fish restaurant we’ve been to several times. I never knew exactly where it was, having gone there by car only via lots of one way streets. It’s hard to find, too, because there is only a very tiny sign on the side street.
We’ve got a bar downstairs. It’s full of coffee clatchers and every other imaginable type of person. There’s a post office, three grocery stores within a five minute walk. Termini, the main train station, is just 10 minutes or so walking. We have two buses and down the street a bit is the tram that takes you to San Giovane and out to Pigneto.
October
Visit to the bar at Doria Pamphili, a drawing of a Cardinal, probably somebody in the Pamphili family.
September 2015
We ate out for every meal other than some breakfasts while in Istanbul. We went to three high class restaurants, others that were very good even excellent but the cuisine was not so fancy and the surroundings often less so. I also had kebabs from fast food places. I think I got a good sample of what Turkish cuisine or at least the Istanbul version has to offer.
The cuisine of Istanbul is largely influenced by that of the Ottoman Empire, generally subtly spiced, with more rice than bulgar, although I experienced the opposite. You can get lots of veggie stews (türlü). There are many versions with eggplant. Also there are various meat dishes featuring eggplant, which obviously the Turks really love so right there they had me. I had an eggplant stuffed with meat and others with bits of meat in a stew.
Savoy is a fancy place up the hill from us – very up the hill. Like many places, it was as much outdoor seating as indoor, the walls removed to allow unfettered access to the cool night air. They offered sea bass and a variety of other fish, all excellently prepared. One of us had a sea bass. They had a special on blue fish, which I ordered. It came as several smaller fishes, grilled, with a nice smoky flavor.
In a place owned by a Kurdish family and many of them work there, including the parents, most of the nine brothers, but not the two teen girls. It is not far from Hagia Sophia on a restaurant row. I ordered a meat stew. It came out atop a charcoal burning container. It was boiling when they sat it down. They had to remove the charcoal under the dish so I could approach things without getting burned. It was totally fabulous. I can not begin to describe the subtle blend of flavors. It might have been a Kurdish dish. It looked something like this:
We had lunch with Debbie and Kelly, whom we met in Panama. We were all in the Peace Corps. I hope they will share their memories of this lunch.
Appetizers, called mezes when accompanying an alcoholic beverage, are the best part of any meal. On one of the three fance places we visited, up the hill towards a nice selection ran as $40 including wine at $7 a glass, by far the most expensive spot we chose on this trip. It is up the hill towards the Savoy and across the street from a small stand selling tacos. Tacos?
Mezes include hummus, baba ganoush, yogurt sauces, dolams and a few other common things you can get in many places in the US and Europe. Not so easy to find in the West: a tomato/cilantro combo that’s a bit spicy, white goat cheeses, various other eggplant dishes with or without tomatoes. The possibilities are extensive.
Wine is generally expensive in Turkey. The bottle at Savoy ran about $25. Beer was generally inexpensive.
Olive oil is most commonly used in cooking. There are a variety of olives available in the grocery stores.
Kepap /kepabs are everywhere. You can get them in pita bread or a baguette of some sort. They have chicken as well as ‘duram’ (wrap) kepaps. I did not have any that were worth writing home about. Unlike what I have had elsewhere, these were plain, lacking sauce, lettuce, or tomato. They were less than $2 (4 lire). Kebaps as in shish kebaps are another matter. Skewered meat, always succulent and super tender, they came with veggies and rice or bulgar. I never went wrong with one of those.
Our favorite place was just up the street steeply from us. It was run by a couple of guys and someone’s mom, who mostly just sat there sternly. We sat outside on a level spot they’d hacked out, inside a small wall separating us from the sidewalk. They have a wood burning oven. After you order they put in some bread. It’s huge, impressive both in appearance and texture.
Wine is generally expensive in Turkey. The bottle at Savoy ran about $25. Beer was generally inexpensive.
Olive oil is most commonly used in cooking. There are a variety of olives available in the grocery stores.
Kepap /kepabs are everywhere. You can get them in pita bread or a baguette of some sort. They have chicken as well as ‘duram’ (wrap) kepaps. I did not have any that were worth writing home about. Unlike what I have had elsewhere, these were plain, lacking sauce, lettuce, or tomato. They were less than $2 (4 lire). Kebaps as in shish kebaps are another matter. Skewered meat, always succulent and super tender, they came with veggies and rice or bulgar. I never went wrong with one of those.
Our favorite place was just up the street steeply from us. It was run by a couple of guys and someone’s mom, who mostly just sat there sternly. We sat outside on a level spot they’d hacked out, inside a small wall separating us from the sidewalk.
They have a wood burning oven. After you order they put in some bread. It’s huge, impressive both in appearance and texture.
They serve up a pide that is out of this world! Reminds me of a pizza, but never a tomato sauce on one of these. They come with cheese or meat, usually with veggies on top too.
Turkish pizza is a rather limited affair but certainly you can’t go wrong. It’s a light and inexpensive meal.
We went down the hill for breakfast several times. There’s a small place that sits below ground level, as did the one up the street; I wonder how they keep the water out when it rains. Three steps down and you’re in this modest restaurant run by two women.
A Turkish breakfast consists of white cheese (probably goat), olives, bread, hard boiled egg, tomato, cucumber, and bread. Tea is typical and probably included in the modest price. I always got the coffee, not being a tea fan. It was the only thing I tried that I did not like very much. I am not talking just about Turkish coffee (here’s a photo I took in the restaurant):
They certainly do not skimp on the coffee grounds- that’s a toothpick you see standing up! As you see here they brew it in the cup. The ground sink to the bottom so you never get any in your mouth as long as you are reasonably careful. You can add sugar or mils and stir. The grounds are gone in a few seconds.
You can order scrambled eggs and omelettes. Breakfast here did not cost more than $3 or so, and always very good. Here’s another item you can order for breakfast. My pals really liked it at this place:
I’d go back to Istanbul just for the food. And I’ve not gotten to the desserts! That’s next.
Istanbul Modern art — the official title excludes ‘art.’ I went there today. It’s a 20 minute walk from our place. On the way I came across some sort of angry crowd scene. The cops had just arrived when I heard what sounded like 4 gunshots. I retreated and crossed the street. A security guard told me it was not gunshots so I went on. The museum is a bit hard to find. There are big signs on the street but only one with an arrow and it pointed down a lonely decrepit alley. I walked past, looking for a more official looking entrance but there weren’t any. I went down the alley and found the Museum.
I am glad I did. It is small but had an excellent exhibit, mostly of Turkish painters, some of them trained in Turkey, others in the US and Germany, Here are some photos of my favorites:
September 20 2015 Istanbul
The Hagia (Holy) Sophia (Wisdom) is a stunning domed building built as a Greek Orthodox cathedral in 537 when Istanbul, then called Constantinople, was the capital of the Eastern Roman Empire(also known as the Byzantine Empire). Between 1204 and 1261 it was a Roman Catholic cathedral. Following the conquering of the Empire by the Ottomans in 1453, the Hagia Sofia became a mosque. In 1931 it was closed and then converted into a museum, which it is still. The minarets and round domes give it an Islamic setting, and some of the interior maintains that influence as well. Nonetheless it is an impressive structure, notably the dome, and for 1000 years it was the largest cathedral in the world, replaced in 1520 by the Cathedral in Seville.
Here are some stock photos of the interior. It is way too dark and large for me to get good photos.
These are mosaics!
September 15, 2015
There are cats everywhere; I gather they do not have a neutering program. One kitten came onto the ledge of the open widow at the restaurant where we had a Turkish breakfast – cheese, bread, olives, coffee brewed in the cup (about $8 for the two of us). This one helped me eat the pink baloney looking slice they’d put on my plate. The friendly restaurant owner and then the cook chased it away several times, to no avail, apologizing to us for its presence. They did not seem to know we liked having it there. On the last effort I am sure they saw the pink stuff I’d just given it.
This is a place of delights and annoyances. From the restaurant we went to after breakfast – Peggy did not like the Turkish coffee- you can see the dome of the Hagia Sofia, shining still after 1800 years or so of gracing the plant, and the spires of the Blue Mosque. Somewhere over there too is the museum that houses Mohammed’s beard. Or so they say. The bay bristtles with ferry traffic, making for lively viewing as you sip the cappuccino they serve from the pushbuttom machine, which apparently thinks too much milk is a good thing.
On the other hand prices are not always posted in the small shops. For some reason they see ‘toruist who does not know what things cost’ branded on our foreheads. Last night the shop keeper tried to charge us 6 TL ($2) for a small container of yogurt (we went elsewhere and got a bigger one for less than 1/2 that) and the taxi who took us the last 5 minutes of our near midnight journey charged us 20TL ($6.50). He said it was a metered ride. His meter was well hidden. Our landlady told us 10TL was plenty and to argue prices. I’ve not gotten to the argue stage yet.
This was our last day in Tallin. Tomorrow at noonish we return to Helsinki and fly to Istanbul on Monday. It was an excellent day, with a visit to the Estonian Museum of Applied Arts and Design. There we concentrated on the “New Nordic Fashion Illustration 2” exhibit. I think you will agree that the works are fabulous!
Illustration is an orphan art genre. It’s uses are primarily in advertising or as aids of other sorts, such as in books and magazines to support the story line. Its pinnacle is reached in fashion illustration. This use goes back to around 1750, per the exhibit we saw in Amsterdam at Rijks Museum. But since the advent of fashion photography “…the focus has shifted from conveying garments to independent self-expression, creating a new visual and captivating context and fascinating the viewer with idiosyncratic worlds, which in their uniqueness have found broad application in the fashion industry, magazines, the interior design of fashion outlets, and in the marketing strategies of the most diverse brands in the field of fashion and pop culture.” http://www.etdm.ee/en/news?news_id=360
I struggle to see why we can not call this ‘art’ other than it’s end use, reflected in the lack of signatures on most of the pieces. The artist hopes not to so much to make a statement as to sell the piece to a commercial entity. Otherwise, it’s art.
September 9, 2015
Another interesting day in Tallinn, the capitol of Estonia. I visited the St. Nicholas’ Church, Niguliste kirik. It is famous for the Danse Macabre fragment, as seen below, which is about 1/3 of the original 30 meter (100′) work. It owes its theme to the Black Death that afflicted much of Europe. Unfortunately it is not easy to see, as it is protected by highly reflected glass or plastic.
Here’s the altar screen, also a fine piece:
Afterwards we visited the Occupations (Nazi and Soviet) Museums. There’s an excellent exhibit about the Nazi and Soviet Occupations, very well translated (as is the norm here) into English. The USSR got there first, pursuant to its pact with the Nazis dividing eastern Europe. Then came the Nazis, driving the Russians well back across the border, from Tallinn, the capital, just 210 kilometers away. Like the Finns the Estonians welcomed the Nazis at first, but many changed their minds. Others enlisted in the German armed services, on the side opposite to those who joined USSR forces. The Nazis murdered tens of thousands (not many were Jews from here), setting up 10 extermination camps. While at first some thought the Nazis would bring freedom, they were soon revealed to be another occupying power, exploiting Estonia for all they could in the interest of its war ambitions. Some Estonians fought the Russians on the latter’s way out, inflicting significant damages. The Nazis disarmed them once the Russians were gone. The Germans instituted the draft in 1942, eliminating most of the remaining support they had from the populace.
On September 22, 1944 the USSR retook Estonia, by which time 10% of the population had fled to the West. The transition from Soviet rule was rather complicated and taken in steps. I’ll leave you with a link to the Wiki entry on the subject: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_Estonia#Soviet_reoccupation_.281944-1991.29
Lunch was at the Boheme Cafe near our house. There were some interesting pastas on the menu but we stuck with more local fare. I had buckwheat with salmon and shrimp in a tomato basil sauce. I am not sure how local the sauce was. In any case the sauce over-powered the seafood and the buckwheat, which was in grain form. Peg got mushroom pancakes, not at all objectionable but not very interesting either. What was more interesting was the conversation with the waitresses and the tall slender blond sitting nearby. They tolds us English instruction starts in first grade if not sooner. All movies and tv shows are in English if they originate that way, and there are no subtitles. The system works, and it is the same in Holland, Finland, and I bet the rest of these northern countries. Think Abba. They were Swiss.
I’d picked up a local art scene paper. The young blond noted I was taking photos of some of the fashion shots and told us about the exhibit. We’ll go tomorrow.
This was among the friendlier moments we’ve had here. They do not smile much.