.music.
in front of an open window
like getting yourself tangled in a swinging tulle…
to feel it; go around yourself!
to accompany in all its forms!
being timeless, out of space and even out of place,
like a smile hanging on the lips,
always is in the limelight.
sometimes it is sung from the inside and sometimes together:
that descends into the wells of loneliness and pierces wounds,
that climbs the towers of solitude and leaves wounds.
the wind is singing for you,
listen!
.artimu.
invites you sing your own song or listen!
join the game!
prof. dr. özlem oğuzhancurator
