Emre Hüner
A Magritte painting during the day and a Bocklin landscape at night, at the stone house and in the studio at the end of the long path where I walked back every night in Civitella, passing through a tunnel of dimmed lights surrounded by cypress trees, staring at the stars on a dark blue sky while listening to insects, and then waking up with so many types of birds on the window, sitting on my chair looking at the hills at noon under the shadow of a tree, observing fruits and vegetables in the Orto grow every day, I’ve found more time in days to think, realizing how one could live and work outside of cities.