“You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.This city will always pursue you”.(C.P. Cavafy, The City)
“The morning unfurls itself upon the city, interleaving light and shade (or rather degrees of intensity of light) amongst the houses. It does not seem to come from the sun but from the city itself , for the light issues forth from the city’s walls and roofs (not from them physically but from the simple fact of their being there).” Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
“Istanbul always reminds me that there is a loneliness in crowds.” Orhan Pamuk, Manzaradan Parçalar (Fragments of the Landscape)
“In a street, in the middle of a desolate street; I walk, walk without looking behind, Where caught in the dark, A vision awaits me.” Necip Fazıl Kısakürek, Kaldırımlar (Pavements)
We see people walking in the city through a black terrain in “Passage”, a charcoal drawing by the South African painter Diana Page. The luminuous white walls on each side come closer as the windows of houses become visible further on up the road. Through the passage between them, cloudy shades of gray blocks expand and rise, reflecting the shape of the black ground. Is there a crane suspended between the two walls?
We see three figures trying to talk to each other near the passage on the left. On the right, there is a white half shadow. Ahead, three people appear to be together, but they are not. Right in front of us, two figures are walking separately. They are tall or they look tall because they are close to us. One of them is carrying something. Just in front of the other, is a glimpse of a third figure. The strollers are like gray phantoms. They are not looking back. Their heads and shoulders are slightly bent down. Are they heading towards the passage or towards the white walls?
On our left on the dark road, three bystanders, retaining their luminosity, are playing and singing a tune, watching the people in the drawing.