Psycho Arabesque cuts where I feed my inner keko.

My road is Koh Phangan now.

Long, long journeys born from a single track.

I re-imagined some tracks, more rhythmic, more ritual.

Saz and vocals, where I threw up the trouble I couldn’t even explain.

Let’s sit by the fire. Open the wine. Close our eyes, give ourselves to the ritual, drift away.

Zehuk’s core. Melody-first, instrumental, experimental tracks.

Experimental, calm, deep ambient spaces.

Starting from sounds I heard back home that somehow hit my soul.

Songs I tried up to 2011. Technically shaky, emotionally strong.

Like strange creatures found in the ocean’s deepest depths, I loved creating my own light, shaping my own form, appearing and disappearing whenever I wanted

Sometimes I really feel like losing my mind.

What happened to me the second I got back from Thailand.

A dubstep feast in Mardin.

From one melody to 30 tracks, and a long visual journey.

Too much stress makes kidney stones. Stones turn into songs. Songs give birth to clips.

Gırhanaci fırfani, cıa cira cirana, cor cae cahena, din din din din din dım darom

From one melody to a ridiculous audio-visual trip.