Ebru or "abroo" (which means the water face) is the name given to the turkic art of paper marbling .Classic ebru is performed using aqueous natural pigments mixed with oax-gall and a rectangular trough filled with a mucilaginous mixture traditionally prepared using gum tragacanth.Colors are sprinkled using brushes made of rose stalks and horsehair on the surface of the mucilaginous solution in trough.The floatting pattern is taken off to paper either as it is of after being reshaped and retouched using pins,needles ,combs or things alike.Ebrus were once admired as calligraphy media,as borders for inscriptions or as endpapers for fine bindings.
The earliest sample of ebru is reconized to be "Anfi!s book " of Guy-i Çevgan .This one is dated to be done in 1539 and can now be found at Topkapi Palace Museum in Istanbul,Turkey.(info from : www.ebrusanati.com).
What is told about Ebru is that is the art of patience.It helps you to win a creative eye and to express your feelings and ideas very delicately over water.It is a very sensitive form of art.And because is applied over water is very hard and very relaxing at the same time.
I so very much enjoy all of ebru works and that's the reason I was so suprised and marvelled to catch this picture in Cappadocia.An amazing ebru-like reflection of the rocks of Ihlara Valley has admirably taken some brilliant floating shapes and nuances ,so that I couldn't help thinking this looked so much like Ebru...Nature is a generous artist;)
You must have noticed from my pictures I guess:) I'm a sucker for textures! They've always impressed me deeply.
Their definition at Wikipedia :Texture refers to the properties held and sensations caused by the external surface of objects received through the sense of touch.
However,I think they are much more.
I do define the textures as "Crust of Memories".. I can't help thinking like that.They seem to bear all of these years memories and tracks into.All the fragrances.All the tremblings.All the cracks.
It bears the hands track of a little girl playing with her dolls , the wall sign from a striking ball of some little futballers , the velvety tissues of a ladies neck , a mom's notes on her kids height measures , the engravings of the initials of two lovers , the shivering of two passionately cuddling bodies , the vibration of a dancer's foots , the shadow of a carelessly , yet emotionally writen note , the odour of a "téte a téte" lean ..All of these different ripped of layers,colors are like representatives of time , each of them belonging to a different character , to another mood or event.And the whole texture , is like the synthesis of this dynamics..
Aren't them amazing? :)
--------------------------------------------------Duhet ta keni kuptuar nga fotot e mia besoj:)Jam e çmendur pas teksturave.Perhere me kane bere shume pershtypje.
Sipas Wikipedias ky eshte percaktimi per to : Teksturat kane lidhje me veçorite e perftuara ite e krijuara nga siperfaqja e jashtme e objekteve , te mara ndermjet sensit te prekjes.
Sidoqofte une mendoj se ato jane shume me teper.I percaktoj teksturat si "Kore te Kujtimeve"... S'mundem te mendoj ndryshe.Sepse me duket se mbartin kujtimet dhe shenjat e shume viteve me vete.Te tera aromat.Te tera dridhjet.Te tera krisjet.
Mbartin shenjen e dores se nje vajze te vogel teksa luan me kukullat e saj , shenjen e murit prej perplasjes se topit te disa futbollistave te vegjel , shenimet e nje nene mbi matjet e gjatesise se femijeve te saj , indet e kadifejta te qafes se nje gruaje , gdhendjet e inicialeve te dy te dashuruarve , fergellimin e dy tupave perqafuar me pasion , dridhjen e kembeve te nje kercimtareje , hijen e nje shkrimi te shkruar sa pa kujdes aq dhe me emocion , kundermimin e nje mbeshtetjeje "koke me koke"..Dhe te tera keto shtresa,ngjyra te ndryshme , te rrjepura jane si perfaqesuese te kohes , secila prej tyre i perket nje karakteri tjeter , apo nje gjendjeje ose ndodhie tjeter.Dhe e tere tekstura eshte si sinteza e kesaj dinamike.
A nuk jane vertet fantastike? :)
