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Truly one of the experiences of my life.November 1990, on the edge of the first Iraqi war.
Scant notes from a guide book.
---- on the left bank of the Tigris. The village takes its name from the medieval town of Hisn Kayfa, whose extensive ruins are to be seen on the other bank of the river. This has been identified as the ancient Cehfa, an important frontier post on the border between the Byzantine empire and Persia. It fell to the Arabs in 640, at the same time as Mardin, and was ruled in turn by the same succession of Moslem powers.It remained an important city throughout the middle ages, but then in Ottoman times it declined to the status of a mere village. One sees there today the ruins of the Byzantine citadel, a palace of the Artukid period, several ancient mosques, a turbe, and the impressive ruins of a bridge across the Tigris, which early travellers remarked upon as being the grandest in all Anatolia.
--- from Turkey, by John Freely.
I only stayed there for two nights.
Although friendly enough, the locals didn't want us to stay there too long.
Tizmoz.
Possibly one of the worst experiences of mosquitoes I have ever suffered. Too hot to stay under a sheet but too many of them to stay outside of it.
I don't even know if it has been turned into a reservoir yet - a highly charged issue.
There are many doodles in various note books that I didn't realise were about this gorge and the dwellings within. |
The place that really got me was the gorge with the cement powder floor. Inhabited by people living in caves and huts on either side.
We bought a seed bead hanging from one of the families, whose home revolved around a large four poster bed.
First rough for an eventual stained glass window. Unfortunately broken and unphotographed (that'l teach me) |
There was a boy on a donkey winding his way up one side of the gorge past shattered huts and under a one time triumphant arch.
Not forgetting the two large, loud, wild dogs, which fortunately stayed put up at the top.
And the squeaking, screeching birds of prey that you couldn't see high up in the empty sky above the cliff walls that snaked inwards.
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Its hard to believe these two drawings are so similar! |
I return to that place in my dreams and in my art work time and time again.
Painting from "Johnny Eidetic" 1998. |
Recent "one off"collage, Aug. 15 |