Sühendan Mengüç

Sühendan Mengüç

Painter · Writer · Traveler

A life woven from colours, words and roads. Here I share my paintings, my stories, my travels and my thoughts on life.

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About Me

Hello, I'm Sühendan. I spend my life painting, writing stories and travelling the world. I feel most alive in front of a canvas or in the streets of a city I don't yet know.

To me, art is a way of seeing life more attentively. This page is a small diary of that attention: what I see, what I feel and the questions I keep wondering about.

Bozburun — Sühendan Taşkın Mengüç

My Book

Bozburun

Do you know Bozburun?

112 pages · Meşe Kitaplığı · August 2022

My memoir about the village of Bozburun and its people — a place I fell in love with in the 1980s — told in plain, heartfelt prose. It carries the quiet village and hardworking people of years past into the present.

Paintings

The colours and moments I leave on the canvas.

Stories

Small moments and memories from my life.

Everyday life in Germany

The Neighbour's Renovation

The owner of the house across from us wanted to renew the old front steps. Two days later three workers showed up with a van full…

The owner of the house across from us wanted to renew the old front steps. Two days later three workers showed up with a van full of tools and a container for the rubble. First they pulled up the cladding stones. Then they started breaking the concrete underneath with sledgehammers. Of the five steps, after all that hammering they had only managed to break one. Every now and then I'd feel a tremor from where I was sitting. "Is that an earthquake?" I'd wonder, then remember there's no such thing here and relax. My husband started grumbling: "Are you building a bunker against an air raid or something? What is this? It's a five-step entrance staircase. Are they planning to jump off the top? Such German thoroughness." A little later the workers gave up trying to break it by hand. The next day they brought a small tracked breaker. It hammered away all day — TAK TAK TAK — and finished off the remaining four steps. On the third day, in the morning, it broke up the platform left by the door. Then a small excavator and a portable toilet arrived. The excavator loaded the big chunks of concrete from the steps into the container. They fenced off the area around the house. Not a speck of dust escaped. Now they've started digging around the house. I think they're about to do the waterproofing.

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A Writing Class Memory

Last night's session at the ONLINE WRITING HOUSE with YEŞİM CİMCOZ, the last class of the year, went beyond a class. Everything…

Last night's session at the ONLINE WRITING HOUSE with YEŞİM CİMCOZ, the last class of the year, went beyond a class. Everything flowed naturally, a little spiritual, gentle, warm, instructive.. My dear Yeşim ❤️

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A Choir Concert Memory

Last night was the concert of the choir I've been rehearsing with for a year. Everyone was so happy. It went well. We got long,…

Last night was the concert of the choir I've been rehearsing with for a year. Everyone was so happy. It went well. We got long, warm applause. It was a beautiful memory for me.

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The Book is Out

It finally came out today. A dream two years in the making, through the Covid years, has come true.

It finally came out today. A dream two years in the making, through the Covid years, has come true.

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Travels

30 albums, 554 photos — from Hawaii to Prague, Bozburun to Istanbul.

Hawaii, 2014 Mallorca, 2008 Lake Constance, September 2010 Prague, 2009 From My Memories Photographs Rotterdam, May 2011 IJsselmeer, August 2011
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Moments

Short shots and quick notes from my Instagram.

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Thoughts

Questions about life that I keep pondering.

The weather was rough yesterday. The harbour filled with boats fleeing the storm. Early in the morning the wind was from the EAST. Now it has turned NORTH. Rare for this season. The colour of the sea changes with the wind too. Now it has turned indigo. 🥰

What I saw today at the Monet exhibition at the Städel Museum moved me more than Monet himself. It turned out the child drawing on the floor was a live model. It took everyone a moment to realise what was real.

My heart stayed there. I could have been born there too. Geography is destiny.

When I feel low, art lifts me back up. I don't know how I'd live without it!

The sun is gone. The light has changed. The air turned cold. I froze. My place is narrow. The rest is for tomorrow.