EXHIBITIONS
Works Between 2020-2024

CONTEMPORARY ISTANBUL
PHOENIX
On the Golden Horn’s shores, beneath a gray sky, a child sat in silence, watching Istanbul’s waves. As rain fell and dreams whispered, he vowed, “One day, I will soar above these waves.” A breeze carried his words, evolving into a whirlwind that birthed a mythical phoenix. As the storm intensified, the phoenix ascended into the sky, merging with the waves. When the last raindrop vanished and the Sea of Marmara calmed, only a beam of light and the child’s smile remained. Let the writing speak for itself. Keep a consistent tone and voice throughout the website to stay true to the brand image and give visitors a taste of the company’s values and personality.

DIFC DUBAI
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RUINS
On the Golden Horn’s shores, beneath a gray sky, a child sat in silence, watching Istanbul’s waves. As rain fell and dreams whispered, he vowed, “One day, I will soar above these waves.” A breeze carried his words, evolving into a whirlwind that birthed a mythical phoenix. As the storm intensified, the phoenix ascended into the sky, merging with the waves. When the last raindrop vanished and the Sea of Marmara calmed, only a beam of light and the child’s smile remained. Let the writing speak for itself. Keep a consistent tone and voice throughout the website to stay true to the brand image and give visitors a taste of the company’s values and personality.

EVE - KAYA PALAZZO
On the Golden Horn’s shores, beneath a gray sky, a child sat in silence, watching Istanbul’s waves. As rain fell and dreams whispered, he vowed, “One day, I will soar above these waves.” A breeze carried his words, evolving into a whirlwind that birthed a mythical phoenix. As the storm intensified, the phoenix ascended into the sky, merging with the waves. When the last raindrop vanished and the Sea of Marmara calmed, only a beam of light and the child’s smile remained.

APOLLO
ART WEEKS AKARETLER
On the Golden Horn’s shores, beneath a gray sky, a child sat in silence, watching Istanbul’s waves. As rain fell and dreams whispered, he vowed, “One day, I will soar above these waves.” A breeze carried his words, evolving into a whirlwind that birthed a mythical phoenix. As the storm intensified, the phoenix ascended into the sky, merging with the waves. When the last raindrop vanished and the Sea of Marmara calmed, only a beam of light and the child’s smile remained.