“Is the history of the human spirit”
A dream is a memory
When the universe is continuing its endless cycle, it starts to spin in a dream realm. Those that happened before us, those who dance with us, and songs that will make themselves heard in the future continue to move around the axis of this realm. The color of the dream realm is infinite; it is fluid and quick. Dream is a wavy and layered planet; the Dreamlander is a local of this planet. His soul is on the road, the journeys he belongs to, and the turtle of his bag in which he carries his drive to create. While the impulses, which are believed to be whittled down over time, are under the threat of being destroyed, this planet offers them a sanctuary. The songs of the world echo in his ear, and he dips his brush into a confection of sensation and color.
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Kozadan Gökyüzüne / From Cocoon to Sky
“I am a wanderer and a mountaineer,” says Zarathustra,
“I do not like the plains and it seems I cannot stay still for long.”
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