Gumusluk Academy Foundation

Shared place to live in Bodrum

perfect place

The place where I find great peace and have pleasant conversations

He does important work in social responsibility projects.

The most interesting academy you can see. Very interesting events are held in the open amphitheater. The exhibition halls host 'post-trend' artists. We shouldn't miss.

Would you like to meet Latife Tekin, have a meal, have a toast and chat? It is perfect for spending a quiet and calm holiday by filling your stomach with local delicacies cooked by employees who stay in bungalows and become part of the academy, enlightened during discussions in the lecture hall. Do not neglect to make a reservation.

This place is uninhabitable, but I still tell my own story :)) When I decided to participate in the summer camp ... with Yasemin Sungur ... I seemed to know that more or less the contents of what I learned over the course of the 12-week period in winter. I drank like a glass of water and drew it like a sponge. When I got out of the car at night, I was convinced that a surprise was waiting for us while milking the grounded road. He made me feel the heat of the first summer when I stepped off a gritty road filled with faith and desire my feet tired, my feet heavily popped. Emre, who showed his way in the darkness, passed through a pass passing through a dark range, jutting down our luggage from our car, passing through a dark gap and not realizing what it looked like. The back of the passage was a completely natural rock and the sound of the oak tree bitivermiş on the rock turned into a humming sound in a semi-open space similar to a natural courtyard that was not too wide by the sound of rubbing the branches and leaves together in the wind. The doors were opened, surprise rooms were seen, we shared our space between ourselves and our sleepy eyes with semi-unconscious eyes. The greatest happiness for me was to come with my wife and my daughter. The traces of a fatigue that had a story, which was not an end in explaining the labor, was covered, all the experience and experience of being attached to it had been rooted. Everything that was new was supposed to be in the process of having to spend time to be fresh as a freshly planted seed. When we woke up in the morning, the pond that appeared before us came out with the labor pains that we could not guess 25 years ago, and it was delivered to the confident hands of nature. Imagine a water, created its own nature, covered with giant water lily flowers, water lilies, bamboos, made itself invisible and made its natural look at its own expense. Red and white ornamental pond fish, frogs relatives, respect for the life of each other in timeless timeless invitation to other flying animals. In the moments when the wind moved our hair on our faces, the different structures of bamboo and oak trees that were over our height made the feel of a natural orchestra leading away. Breakfast in the region from the women of the region here for 10 years laborer, natural Aegean olive oil with a diet that we are not used to the delicious, satisfying fresh fresh, 1 hour before running into the kitchen and wanted to benefit from us entered the kitchen vegetables. The lightness that I feel in my body, the peace that I feel in my mind, is a natural symphony that changes the momentum that slows down and slows down. The voices from far away disappeared until they reached here, and the molten Gumusluk camp was hitting the naturalness and running back from its shame. I wondered about his architecture, Latife Tekin in the conversation on the 2nd day of the day. If I was not ashamed of telling his short story, I would close my eyes and imagine 25 years ago. This time, I continued to look around with open eyes to imagine. Can I stay if I was empathy to draw the project of this place close to 2 years? . I did not know, I felt that I did not have the courage to break from the materialist world. But I admired that much. I thought how a design would arise and what it would be thought to be on the narratives of Latife hn. The architect Hüsnan Ersöz felt the architectural projects of this place. A heart made of hearts, a tree of sewn people, while living, respecting the nature with the pen in his hand to make a saw, not to be an ax ...