In fishing harbours the boats moored at the jetties cast their reversed reflections in the sea, where the waves bend, distort and finally scatter them. Then nature seems like an avantgarde painter. When the water becomes calm once again, the pictures are restored.
In springtime storks still return to nest on the protruding chimneys of houses submerged beneath the waters of Porsuk Dam. As they sit on their eggs and care for their nestlings, reflections of the villages on the hilltops around are cast on the water, and it seems as if the storks had nested on a colourful patterned carpet. Back in Istanbul a second Dolmabahçe Palace springs into being in the ornamental pool, the waterlilies adorning its reflection like huge teardrops.
Reflections fascinate by the way they imitate, deform and metamorphose the real world. They are everywhere to be seen: in the windows of a skyscraper, the bell of a trombone being played in a procession, in the gleaming bodywork of a parked car, or in a ditch by a field.