the sudden artist in me

the reality of my piles of shoes is really hitting me as i fill boxes with them...  but theres no way im giving any up. hah. everyone deserves to collect something.

the clothes situation is actually more depressing...  its nice to find some that i didnt know i own, but then to find so many with tags still attached, unused...  a bit pathetic? i have to donate a lot of them away. whjether new or old, used or not. i guess this is a good point in my life actually, having turned 30, to empty my place and face the things ive collected here during 10 yrs and dragged here from even earlier time. to go through everything and have to throw out as much as possible. i am a bit of a materialist, or perhaps a collector is the right word. so this should be refreshing and a growth experience...


a few words about turkish (or istanbul-ish) flats:
-they are huge (70-90m2 is common) - first i was wtf, but then i realized families, perhaps big, have always lived together...  living alone is a new maybe western phenomenon
-the price range is huge - english ad means double the price
-they have a lot of corridors...  apparently its been hard to design flats without wasting space on corridors. so, corridors are everywhere.
-buildings have no elevators and the staircases are narrow and steep (especially in the case of restaurants i always think how people may stumble them down if drunk. then again turks dont drink too much. perhaps this is the reason... the staircases look fatal)

i guess i wasnt just too stressed and fuckin busy because in the midst of packing i found unopened pack of acrylics and remembered why id bought them. and proceeded to paint a bun painting.