I know that some folk think that back-to-back posting is "Not good form, old boy ... or old girl". Three in a row is probably a heinous, if virtual, offence. But what happened this lunchtime compels me commit it. It was outrageously coincidental.
If I hadn't been sheltering from the heavy Turkish rain yesterday, hoping it would finish to allow us a dry outing for the evening meal, I wouldn't have posted about Turkish marbling and wouldn't have been reminded it is called "ebru". If it hadn't occurred to me that I had left out the name of the artists, and so I looked it up this morning, I wouldn't have seen the photograph of the artist. And if I hadn't done those to things what happened lunchtime wouldn't have happened.
I went to a bar that I often use at lunchtime. The usual barman-manager wasn't there but a friend of his got up from her seat in front of the bar and came to serve me. I thought she was vaguely familiar and asked her if she was an artist. She didn't speak English and had no idea what I was talking about. She may have been worried by my inquisition - Strange foreign man makes advances towards Turkish woman! I floundered and then dredged up "Ebru?", "Evet!" "Taşkıran?", "Evet!!!". She didn't speak English. Her friends didn't speak English. No-one in the bar spoke English apart from me. Therefore it took a little while, with the help of some tablet technology, for us to get to the point of understanding that I had bought a work of Ebru from her two years ago. Then, via IT, the three of us - me, she and her partner - found our way to CBF, this thread, and showed her which ebru work it was. Joy and delight, much hand waving all round, other chums called in to see, smiles everywhere.
This is last day of our Turkish holiday and it was nice event to mark it.