Once upon a time in Vrå Højskole

this is a video of selected portraits of my friends in Denmark..
(c) Eni Turkeshi Imagery
music copyright : Rob Dougan `Clubbed to death`

Autumn queen

And the autumn queen , laid on her bed of flowers, pomegranates and fallen leaves , getting covered with her melancholy blanket.Then she stared at her fading sun , for she knew too soon, she`d be cold without him.

image and text (c) Eni Turkeshi Imagery

view the whole project from  here

Gif of the day:)

I`m really getting very amused with these gifs lately (obviously:).i love colorful negatives btw their colors are so unearthly and remind me of watercolors:)
here`s another one:)



(c) Eni Turkeshi Imagery 

Hairspiration

gif of the day:)



(c) Eni Turkeshi Imagery

Spiderwoman strikes again:)

(c) Eni Turkeshi Imagery

a self gif:)just for the fun of it:)

One music playlist;)

 
(c) Eni Turkeshi Imagery

As i have noticed lately it`s quite trendy to share different playlists each of us has in their different social profiles.
Today i`ll share  a music playlist which i prepared for my artist feature at Saccades project page:).

 “A mixed bunch of nice ear candies,” 25 tracks from Hungry Ghosts, Doina și Bătuta, Ibrahim Ferrer, Omara Portuondo, Marcha por la Ceremonia de los Turcos, Paul Cantelon, Anouar Brahem, Aunt Mary, Timber Timbre, O.M.F.O., Vivaldi Cantate, John Murphy & Daniel L. Griffiths, Sainkho Namtchylak, Nico, Dead Can Dance, Jan Garbarek, DeVotchKa, Royksopp, My Yiddishe Tate Clarinet, Nexhmije Pagarusha, Orient Expressions, Fleet Foxes, Ultimate Spinach, The Herbaliser and Thievery Corporation.

enjoy:)

i`m a fool to want you

My new project was  inspired by : ♪♫♫

you might check the rest from : here

Is there light at the end of the tunnel?

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  Is there light at the end of the tunnel ? 
  I don`t know about that.
  All i know and i can say is that tunnels are impregnated with surprises.
  You can`t foresee how they will turn out of course , but one things is for sure : they are unforgettable.
  And they affect your life irreversibly .
  
  The pictures below belong to the tunnel of Vraa town in North Jutland , Denmark.I have been walking through that tunnel and those stairs for about 2 years.
  What you will see will be a visual approach to my memories with that place.
  
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  So is there any light at the end of the tunnel?
  I don`t know and don`t care.
  But  I am glad to have gone through it........
   
   
   
   to see more of this project click here

Hiroshima mon amour

the very first time i painted:) for the painting art classes in Denmark , 2010:)
wax colors
(c) Eni Turkeshi ,2010

Got my TIGER CONTEST BOOK copy today:)

Today i received the copy from the TIGER `MOVEMENT` INTERNATIONAL PHOTOGRAPHY CONTEST,where i was one of the 51 winners , amongst 1771 photographers and more than 3000 photos:)
The book is really nice and i am proud to be part of it:)



more pics :here

Vote for me dudes;)

 I might be one of the finalists for the alternative photography calendar 2013, a calendar which belongs to a platform i really heart :) you just have to vote for me if you like my photo of course :)

here`s the photo http://www.alternativephotography.com/gallery3/Calendar-competition-2013/Eni-Turkeshi

vote from this link: http://sv.surveymonkey.com/s/D8Q9VVB

Your body is my map

 

 

 
(c) Eni Turkeshi Imagery

My latest photography project, was inspired by a great poem by Nizar Qabbani.You can read the poem ,below.
And you can view the  whole project here

Your body is my map
by Nizar Qabbani

Raise me more love… raise me
my prettiest fits of madness
O’ dagger’s journey… in my flesh
and knife’s plunge…
sink me further my lady…
the sea calls me
add to me more death …
perhaps as death slays me… I’m revived
your body is my map…
the world's map no longer concerns me…
I am the oldest capital of sadness…
and my wound a Pharaonic engraving
my pain…. extends like an oil patch
from Beirut… to China…
my pain… a caravan…dispatched
by the Caliphs of "A’Chaam"… to China…
in the seventh century of the "Birth"…
and lost in a dragon’s mouth…
bird of my heart… "my April"
O’ sand of the sea, and forests of olives
O’ taste of snow, and taste of fire…
my heathen flavor, and insight
I feel scared of the unknown… shelter me
I feel scared of the darkness… embrace me
I feel cold… cover me up
tell me children stories…
rest beside me…
Chant to me…
since from the start of creation
I’ve been searching for a homeland to my forehead…
for a woman’s hair…
that writes me on the walls… then erases me…
for a woman’s love… to take me
to the borders of the sun… and throws me…
from a woman’s lip… as she makes me
like dust of powdered gold…
shine of my life. my fan
my lantern. declaration of my orchards
stretch me a bridge with the scent of oranges…
and place me like an ivory comb…
in the darkness of your hair… then forget me
I am a drop of water… ambivalent
remaining in the notebook of October
your love crushes me…
like a mad horse from the Caucasus throwing me under its hoofs…
and gargles with the water of my eyes…
add to me more fury… add to me
O’ prettiest fits of my madness
for your sake I set free my women
and effaced my birth certificate
and cut all my arteries…

let`s make it!

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I will miss you Tacheles!

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  I was very saddened to hear the demolishing of the  The Art House Tacheles (Kunsthaust Tacheles) , in Berlin.
  I had visited this place in the spring of 2011 and i can say with no doubt that it was the best place i saw in Berlin.
  I`m not exaggerating if i say i was infatuated to every object or work of art i saw in that place.The cool, limitless graffiti`s, the sculptures, the paintings, jewellry, photos,studios of different artists, as well as all the textures,colors ,slogans of every piece of glass and wall.
  Not to forget the stairs, those crazy, mind whirling stairs! And the music, the people , mostly the one of a kind life i saw in Tacheles!
  This project of mine is a tribute to this genuine place!
  
  Historically a very piquant place as well  , built in a department store of a Jewish quarter, it served as a Nazi  prison during for a while and was partially demolished then as well.After the Berlin wall fall, it was taken over by artists, who called it `Tacheles` which in Yiddish means `straight talking.`
  
  Since 2008 the lease with property owner expired and the future of the art centre became unknown.Since that time some artists left , and the last 40-60 artists who had been striving to let Kunsthaus Tacheles alive,left peacefully after pressure from the owner for a 22 years period. [history  info was taken from Wikipedia].
  
  
  You can see the rest of the tribute here

a m a l g a m a t i o n - volume III

photographic project (c) Eni Turkeshi Imagery

rest of the series here

Dynamic alternative printing

 

i decided to create a series called `dynamic alternative process` where i show gif images in order to present all the stages of picture change.To see the rest of the series click : here

Psychedelic time:)

(c) images copyright Eni Turkeshi Imagery

I created a gif out of 2 large format pics i like.I was listening to this song while making it:)


so i`m calling this post `psychedelic time` ;)

Featured at Photographic Museum of Humanity`s fb page:)

my project `we are accidents waiting to happen` was featured today at Photographic Museum of Humanity`s fb page:)

more here

chronicle of a foretold soul failure

 

 Chronicle of a foretold soul failure

Have you ever watched it?

Don`t worry it  doesn`t necessarily start tragically,
YET!
silently,not perplexingly
dissolves your aura ,
gnaws your senses
making you a paralyzed spectator
of your unavoidable misery.

Have you ever ?

music track
check out the whole project from here

Tre poezi nga Orhan Veli Kanik

 Today i`ll share in Albanian some poems from the great Turkish poet Orhan Veli Kanık, which i translated from Turkish.He is one of my most favorites from Turkey.For the non Albanian speakers, i`ve shared the English translation links below:)

Nuk mundem ta shpjegoj

Nëse qaj mund të ma ndjeni zërin

Në vargjet e mia;

Mund ti prekni,

Lotët e mi, o duar?

S`e dija sa të bukura ishin këngët,

Sa boshe fjalët

Para se t`më zinte ky hall

Ka një vend , e di

Aty çdo gjë mund të thuhet,

Jam afruar shumë, e dëgjoj,

Nuk mundet ta shpjegoj

for english translation :  http://www.orhanveli.net/talathalman/icantexplain.html

 

 Ndarja

Ngulitem duke parë anijen që largohet

S`mund të hidhem në det , jeta është e bukur,

Në deje më rrjedh gjak burrëror , nuk mundem të qaj

for english translation :  http://www.orhanveli.net/talathalman/separation.html

Kam tjetër hall

Mos kujto se e kam problem prej diellit;

E ç`ë pastaj se erdh pranvera?

Se  bajamet çelën lule?

Në fund të fundit , s`do vdesim prej kësaj

Megjithëse dhe po të ndodhë do trembeshkam

Nga vdekja që vjen prej diellit?

Unë që rinohem me një vit në çdo prill,

Që në çdo pranverë jam më i dashuruar;

Do të trembem?

Ah miku im , kam tjetër hall

 for english translation :http://www.orhanveli.net/talathalman/mytroubleisdifferent.html