Deborah Semel Demirtaş

So – I thought that I might do a little “landscape painting”.
My nearest “landscape”?
The pavement.
The pavement that has been torn up from the last big rains to hit the Bodrum Peninsula.
The pavement that has been torn up AGAIN from the last big rains to hit the Bodrum Peninsula.
With all the building “up in them thar hills”, the run off not only runs off, it also runs down.
Namely down our sidestreet.
Which makes sense, as the sidestreet was probably just the local “dere”, the creek, now covered over by pavement.
In fact, covered over by 2 layers of pavement – the first concrete, the next asphalt (which is really a composite layer of layer and patch and layer and patch, etc.).
Well, water does find its way, and in this case, its way is the space between the concrete and the asphalt – which has widened under the force of the river of runoff.

So I thought I’d make a little landscape.
But it won’t be a painting.
It will be
“The Little Book of Pavement”