“The artist’s job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.”
I tell myself that I was waiting for a sign
Blagaj, Bosnia and Herzegovina ‘dervish house’ Here, you can float through caves via an underground karstic spring and next to old Tekija houses, made in the 17th century under Ottoman empire influence.
"They all want me. Suddenly, I’m Mr. Sex."
For an occasionally cocky frontman with an occasional foul mouth and furious guitar, there’s an ethereal, almost gravity-defying quality about the man himself, twisting in his chair, floating in his thoughts. Turner exhibits a sort of double jointed-ness of both body and mind, as if he might metamorphose into a puff of smoke or ring-tailed lemur should the notion occur to him. A kind of human slinky, he looks like he could turn around inside his Highly Evolved T-shirt without taking it off or even touching the sides, and with his long, wavy hair and big brown horse eyes, it would be churlish to deny that he is a creature of beauty.