Prints

Just a quick side note before I continue with my account of the Black Sea….

I have recently been in touch with people about selling prints of my paintings.  I have sold a few in the past, but have never done much advertising for them.  Its good for me because prints are easy and fast to make, and good for the client because they are affordable, can be printed at any size and look almost as good as an original.  So, that being said if you are interested in purchasing a print of any sketch, painting or drawing of mine, please contact me at gabrielleannreeves@gmail.com.  You can find most of my work on this site, as well as at Gabriellereeves.com.

A few examples of prints sold…

"Mala in the Monsoon" Mixed Media on Paper, 2013

“Mala in the Monsoon” Mixed Media on Paper, 2013

"Waldo" Oil on Canvas, 2011

“Waldo” Oil on Canvas, 2011

"On Road"  Oil on Canvas, 2008

“On Road” Oil on Canvas, 2008

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“Apparaition” Oil on Panel, 2010

Thank you to everyone who has supported my work!  Now, back to the Black Sea…

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The Show: Part 2

My last night in Ibrahimpaşa was concluded with an open studio.  After spending most of the day cleaning and packing, my drawings were displayed and I laid out plenty of cookies and juice for my guests.  The show in Goreme had been successful and enjoyable, but I was looking forward to sharing my project with the town that had been my home for 6 weeks, and had given me so much inspiration.

At 4pm, I welcomed the women to my cave studio.  Ibrahimpaşa is a gender segregated community, and in order to respect this way of living, separate times were arranged for men and women to visit the space.  The girls arrived in one large group.  I had spent a lot of time in their homes, helping with food or drawing their portraits, and I was so happy to welcome them into my space and show how grateful I was to know them.  The room was filled with laughter and a sweet, gentle air as we passed drawings around and skyped with my parents in Wyoming (who wanted to see the show and meet my new friends.)  I kissed all the girls as they left, promising that they would be dearly missed.

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I called my family again on skype so that they could meet the men of the town.  My dad compared notes about gardening with the locals as I translated in Turkish, and I suddenly realized how surreal and wonderful the moment was.

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The open studio lingered on for several more hours while we drank çay, ate sweets and haggled about the price of drawings.  I wasn’t expecting to sell much of my work, as I had only sold one piece from the show in Goreme and I was happy just to display and talk about the drawings.  However, to my surprise, there were a few interested buyers.  Turkish culture is well known for haggling about the price of anything, pazarlik as they call it.  So, I found myself bargaining on the price of my drawings in a foreign language as eager eyes shot between myself and the buyer.  When at last the prices were settled, drawings were signed, hands were shook and a few small pieces given away as gifts.  I have found myself bargaining on many occasions in Turkey, but this was the first time I was on the side of selling.  At the end of the night I had pulled down 7 drawings from the wall, sad to see them go, but happy they would be staying in Kapadokya.

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By 9pm I realized that I hadn’t eaten dinner.  So, after the crowd departed, I headed to Kuş Mehmet’s shop for one last tost, sitting in the back as I always did, eating while drawing my last village portrait.

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More Market Sketching

I have been sketching on location now for…well for as long as I can remember really.  Though there are definite times in my life when it feels as though I am constantly drawing, there are also those times when I let it drift away for a while.  My time in Kapadokya at Babayan was a peak in this artistic cycle, and no matter where my daily activities brought me, I was constantly prepared to draw.

However beginning the process can be a bit difficult, especially in a busy Turkish marketplace.  I always feel slight anxiety as I pull out my sketchbook and pens, trying to capture the rows of color and energy of the market, while the weekly shoppers swarm around me.  As the drawing develops, my self conscious feelings slip away and I realize how endearing people find the art-making process.

I drew in almost all of the Kappadokian markets this summer, and nearly always found myself with a handful of free fruit, a crate or a pile of corn that had been offered to me as a seat, endless glasses of çay and a number of eager models.  Every time I feel slightly nervous to draw, I have to just do it, and when I am sketching anywhere in Turkey, I inevitably end up with new friends, and a satisfied appetite.

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“mısırcı 1” Pen and Watercolor on Paper, 2013

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“Avanos Market” Pen and Watercolor on Paper, 2013

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“Nevsehir Market” Pen and Watercolor on Paper, 2013

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“mısırcı 2” Graphite on Paper, 2013

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Sketching the Friday Market

For my residency project, I was interested in dealing with man’s relationship to food and nature.  I believe this is a sacred relationship, one that is increasingly disrespected as the modern world becomes more disconnected from the land. I have always been concerned with humanity’s relationship to food, and after my previous travels in rural and urban Turkey, I became particularly interested in open markets, food displays and Turkey’s agricultural system. The artist in residence program at Babayan seemed to be the perfect opportunity to explore this idea, allow it to develop, and possibly take it in new directions.

After spending a few days getting familiar with ibrahimpaşa, and reflecting more on my concept, I decided the best place to get started was with the small village market, open in ibrahimpaşa square every Friday.  It was a wonderful experience sit on my little stool, use a box crate as a table for my paper and watercolors, watch interactions between the villagers as they came and went, buying their weekly supply of produce.  And of course…I was always offered a çay and a small handful of fruit while I worked.

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“Friday Market” Ink on Paper, 2013

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Manzara

Manzara is the Turkish word for view or landscape.  On my walks outside of the village, I always found myself quit stunned by the view of Ibrahimpaşa from every direction.  So, I began taking my little stool with me on my walks over the bridge and up the hill.  I sat with my paper, bag of pens and little watercolor tray, trying to capture as much as I could before my fingers became too cold, or the light faded, or before I was pulled into the nearest house for çay and roasted peanuts.

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“Manzara 1” Mixed Media on Paper, 2013

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“Manzara 2” Mixed Media on Paper, 2013

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“Manzara 3” Mixed Media on Paper, 2013

2 Days, 2 Drawings

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“Across the Golden Horn” Mixed Media on Paper, 2013

One of my favorite places to draw in Istanbul, is in karaköy, sitting by the Golden Horn and gazing across the water at Süleymaniye Camii.  I have done countless sketches from this vantage point.  Not only because the view is perfect for drawing, but there are also many comfortable places to sit, sip çay and eat a balık ekmek, a fish sandwich for 5 lira.  During my recent visit to Istanbul I spent 2 afternoons by the water, watching the ferries dock and depart, listening to the gulls and drawing the scene I know so well.
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