I know that I already did a post about the Blue Mosque, but I don’t see any need to justify posting about it again. I did a short series of drawings in and around her, and I imagine that if I have kept your interest thus far, you will most likely share my enthusiasm.
For the longest time I didn’t realize that I could get into the Blue Mosque. Ok, well I knew I could get in, but I hold a particular distaste for making a spectacle out of other peoples’ religious experiences. I’m not a muslim. People were in there praying… How would you feel if you were in your holy place, and a bunch of oafish tourists were putting cameras in your face. That’s why I still haven’t gone to an AME service–I would feel like I was going to see a fascinating real life documentary complete with the faithful. Real life full color. In stereo. Gospel music?! Check plus. Of course in the end I did go in, and I did take pictures. But non-the-less I tried to be as invisible as possible.
In any case, my series of drawings document my timid attempts to get into one of the world’s greatest architectural monuments. In a way, stretching out the experience of getting in made me appreciate the Blue Mosque all the more.