When I was a child, long winter nights with light reflexing on the snow where pretty much every day’s experience.
A downhill sled ride from a little hill nearby, until we couldn’t breath and our fingers were numb. Straight into the fairy tale forest. The icerink just next to our house, made by my mum, full of neighbors’ kids. And home returns, warming frozen feet on a radiator and frozen palms with a cup of tee… All the charm of snowed and frozen winter.
In my opinion, such pads would be a perfect testing ground for someone who would like to start the patchwork adventure. It’s simple, square and simply pretty. At least if one likes a blue colour.
I couldn’t stop myself from sewing those two little picture-pods. This is another use for leftovers after making the summer trees.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Bringing spring home by another flower picture creation.
The Spring, for which I was waiting eagerly, arrived as usual. Unfortunately this time along with all the fear and uncertainty.
Be well all of you!
