As I already mentioned once, after the autumn trees and spring trees I was going to make some more for the other seasons too.
Yearly Archives: 2020
Gnome’s garden
This is a set of sunny pads, with one of fabric being all new to me. Everyone has a little charming garden in the middle. With a gnome or without him 🙂
Green Geese
Perhaps some of you can recall this cushion. Or rather its predecessor that I sewed up more than five years (!) ago…
Lark
This picture was started in the middle of May, Soon after we walked along a fenced meadow. It’s been fenced because a lark was dwelling it and built a nest over there.
Cushions
I sewed a significant number of pieces recently, including eight cushions. I’m showing them in the order they’ve been created. Every pair is made in a similar style yet they’re all different.
Sunflowers
When somebody mentions the sunflowers my automatic reminiscence is about the famous painter, but also about summer, holidays, and the Sun. Probably I’m not the only one in this experience. I love these flowers in all its breeds. Now I have my own, painted with a needle and a thread.
Golden meadow
We’ve been to the Biebrza river many years ago. In the Summer we traveled this land on our bikes, looking for moose. In the Spring we tried to observe nesting birds. You can’t forget the Biebrza National Park because it’s one of the most beautiful areas in Poland. My heart was breaking down into pieces when I was reading about fires devastating wonderful meadows, about dramas of animals dwelling on them. My only hope was, that te Nature would take over as many times before and the life returned to this land once more.
Pots
This was a long-standing idea, but just recently I’ve gathered all the fabric I needed to realize it.
The simple shapes and warm colours came from the South of Europe – frequent destinations of our summer holidays.
The pots of Alghero put on walls of old town narrow streets sharing their merciful shadow from the powerful Sun. These are the memories of journeys – the only ones I can take these days.
Hare of the Green Hearts
It’s harder to stay focused and follow the joy of artistic creation. It’s a hard time for all of us.
I think, that my hare needs a second heart because the first one freezes being scared, as it happens not only to hares.