Istanbul met twee oevers van de rivier de Bosporus en schepen op de rivier 1909 - 1918

Here we have an anonymous photograph capturing Istanbul with the Bosphorus river flowing between its banks, dotted with ships upon the water. It’s a black and white image, seemingly faded with age, but it carries a certain emotional weight. The texture of the photograph itself has a tactile quality to it, like tracing the memory of a place. The real magic for me lies in the composition. Take the ships, for example. They're not just sitting there; they're arranged in a way that creates a sense of depth, pulling your eye further into the scene. I'm reminded of the way Cy Twombly would build up layers of marks, creating a kind of visual history on the canvas. It's like the image is whispering secrets about the past, and it invites you to come closer and listen. Ultimately, it's not about understanding the photograph or Istanbul in a definitive way, but it's about engaging with it, letting it stir something within you.