I loved Gulensu, a silent and a distant hill overlooking the sea. I remember watching the city from there,almost a silhouette covered in mist. The place feels very rural and I liked the way its slowness has survived in middle of the fast paced outside.
As you climb up you discover small houses made from things available around, mud bricks, tile, stones and metal sheets. There is always a backyard to each house housing a small garden to grow vegetables and small houses for hen. The edges between houses are blurred and in-betweenness allows for life to flourish. The land is not always marked with hard lines of ownership and compound walls, but allows for overlaps, porosity and life. And in these crevices and cracks everyday life continues.
There also runs a silent valley in middle of this dense settlement. It is beautiful. one can see it dissolving towards the blurred horizon. I would love to imagine it in rains, when water dances through the valley, giving life to seasonal gardens which come alive with water and die down over time. I can imagine men gathering in these garden and listening to sounds of flowing water and smelling the seasonal flowers. I can also imagine a woman in search of a bird, whose voice she hears every morning. Summers will be amazing there when entire valley will be celebration of different colours,shades and sound inviting the dwellers to enjoy beauty in all form. And off course not to forget the serenity of white snow.
I think I have found canvass for my land art, The valley. I wish my thesis could be based here, navigating between the land form and socio-polical context of this lovely site. I want it to be enjoyed by ones who live there man in the cafe,woman in the their dreams,children on the street, cat in the backyard, dog in the plaza and ducks which wander all round. I wish it could be a medium for them to be outside and enjoy the sun, the moon, the stars and darkness. I really think architecture and cities are there to be enjoyed in all senses.
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