Çağla Tıraşoğlu

As a keepsake, I brought bowls, pottery, and mended headscarves from the land where I was born to the land where I found fulfillment.

So their taste would linger on my palate, I carried its herbs and cooked kavurma for friends.

I turned my face to my endless sky and breathed in the clouds.

I couldn’t place the waves of my sea into a bottle, so I held what my heart felt within my chest—so it may ripple with every wind and carry me to distant lands.

“Simi Seng” is one of those lands—the embodiment of the feelings that have grown within my heart.