Faceless Portrait of An Artist by Can Berkol
Weather is a little chilly but sun is shining. The street is crowded - it is full of people. Singers, bands, pandomim artists - art in every form is there. Kids running after balloons. People watching theatrical sketches.
I am at a cafe outside watching people. I hold my camera in one hand, a warm tea at the other. No one knows who I am; no one even notices me. I feel the strength of being invisible. I target my camera, frame the people, hit the shutter, and capture thousands of photos one by one.
Not a single sign of being offended, not a single sign of anger or hatred. People flows through the street, all happy, all barricated their problems for at least this one day.
No one, not a single eye notices me, except my friends. They share the table. It is so fun to have no purpose just to talk and watch just to laugh, and enjoy the life. It is so fun to be invisible and anonymous. This relief was what I needed. This relief was what I was seeking, this day at last I have chosen to enjoy and to live through. Life, as I understand now, is much beautiful if you choose to live it rather than to carry it on your shoulders.
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