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Field recordings of rain on different surfaces. Tin roofs, leaves, concrete, water. A growing archive of texture and memory.
A world shaped by rain and purple light. Quiet mornings, deep hues, and the soft hum of passing storms. This is the space between drops.
Yağmur Moru is not a color found on a swatch. It is the moment just before the downpour breaks, when the sky bruises violet and the air turns electric. It is the sheen on wet asphalt under a streetlamp, the way light bends through a rain-streaked window at dusk.
This world is a collection of things shaped by that light: words, images, sounds, and quiet spaces. A studio without walls, a gallery open only when it rains.
Field recordings of rain on different surfaces. Tin roofs, leaves, concrete, water. A growing archive of texture and memory.
Short pieces and fragments written in the hours before and after storms. Language trying to hold what the weather carries away.
Photographs taken in purple light. Dawns, dusks, and the blue hour pushed just past blue into violet. Available light only.
The spaces between. Empty rooms where rain is audible, quiet streets after a shower, the pause before thunder. Silence as material.
Drops find their way. Leave a ripple, and the world carries it.
merhaba@yagmurun-dunyasi.com