Saturday, November 28, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
We (my brother and I) decided that we can't sell loads of baked goods called 'aunt so and so's white trash cookies' ( if we made them, which is not the case), because we are not famous. And our blogs are not widely read, adding another obstacle to the riches available out there to everyone who may want them. I make good scones using just flour, baking powder, sugar and whipping cream, but it is not my original recipe. What's my point? My point is that we don't like sweet stuff all the time, and we are looking for something that tastes and feels like the color of money -- and yet it is not food.
Posted by Malgorzata at Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Pink Christmas trees: The big one by the entrance, and many small ones dispersed here and there. Glittery pink reindeer with furry black mufflers around their little necks. - It is kind of awful, but not bad. And the colors - they're bright, not really uplifting, but then, maybe they are, like when the afternoon sun colors the snowy earth. Where am I? What's with these small black plastic Christmas trees and... little Golden Buddhas? What is real and what is not real? Colors that go together so beautifully are: shaded orange and light, foggy purple/lilac. Now add some white snowflakes and tiny snowballs, gloves and mittens! Why is this image so comforting and beautiful, even without the flying gingerbread man?
So, winter weather is here! I wore a turtleneck today! I need to write some random nonsense here, so no stupid stuff sticks to me. We had burritos again. Mine had yellow rice and cheese in them. The light in my living room is yellow too! I am the proud owner of pine cones, just in time for the fireplace season!!! It feels stupid to post any pictures here and now.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Writing a blog is fun, but it's also a pain. I don't really feel like spending my time here, but I feel like I have to post something. I do this because I want to read what I wrote. The text has to be short, because I get bored very easily. I can read a book that I can hold in my hands, unlike the unreal one that can be found here. The radiation in my eyes and the sore butt from sitting in front of you are the casualties. I have admiration for you, but I can't express it beautifully enough to inspire anything greater than this moment of truth: The freedom from your tyranny is sweet like the chocolate covered hazelnuts that I am about to trade you for!!! Little by little the small steps grow; the larger character emerges. The accumulation of knowledge fights with the freedom. Today's other facts are: The freed character marches like a dancer, not like a soldier. The funny thing is that I don't like the seriousness, and grace can be found in doing nothing; lemons are on my mind: those yellow ones and those purple ones, simultaneously. I made some tea with honey and one slice of lemon. Years ago, in my children's drawing class at the civic center I asked the children to use a purple pencil to draw the lemons that were arranged on the table in front of them. When the class ended, my children who were participating that day, said to me: "mommy, next time, don't ask the kids to draw purple lemons".
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
What do you do if you can't do anything About it. There is something However That can make some sense: At The bank I talked to A Person And as a result Of Our conversation I Could become A Professional Chef . I already know how to cook. And I also know how to peel A Lemon. Potato peeling is not my Strongest skill. Chopping onions -- I do it rather well And forgiveness is often Bestowed upon me On the account that A Part Of My Being IS Artistic in Nature -- that's What I heard Sometimes, So it must be true, No? Chef is 'It' then?
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
In the midst of Fall I am forgetting to write about it. I wonder about the meteor shower -- I just heard about it from Emi. She said that it supposed to happen about 1:00 a.m. And I said: " Are we supposed to wish upon the meteor?"And She said: " I don't know."
Posted by Malgorzata at Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
The story goes like this: Lidia and Cindy had an idea in their heads -- And it was about the ladybugs & cupcakes. Lidia told me to draw a cupcake with ladybugs. Now you know. Are you happy?
Friday, October 2, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
"Błękitna Kania"; Rysunek na papierze; ołowki kolorowe "Prismacolor",
Malgorzata Kawashima 2009 All Rights Rserved.
Ciocia Marysia smarzyła kanie na patelni. Byly one panierowane: najpierw w jajku, potem w mące, znowu w jajku i na koniec w bułce tartej. Smaczne były niemożliwie! Dlatego w przyszłosci (19 years later) zjadłam kawałek tej fałszywej kani na Florydzie. Chciałam odtworzyć ten smak sprzed lat. Niestety to była pomylka: Czubajka Kania nie rosnie na Florydzie! Zjadlam trującego grzyba! Byl to specymen nazywany tutaj parasolem o zielonych sporach, green - spored parasol, czyli Chlorophyllum molybdites. Dostałam tez od Cioci Marysi podarunek: sukieneczkę z błękitnego szyfonu - Sky Blue chiffon dress.
For the English version of this part of the Kania Tale, please go to Cabbage Rules My Universe.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
"Night Time at the Art Studio", detail , 2004, watercolor on paper.
The rest of the story about the umbrella mushroom (Czubajka Kania) is not very relevant at this time. This doesn't mean that it won't be told later. The blue vase occupies the front page tonight. It is the quasi Impressionism again.
Posted by Malgorzata at Thursday, September 17, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Aunt Maria (ciocia Maria) visited us in Koniecpol. It was summer of maybe 1963; She came with uncle Romek and the kids -- Teresa, Paweł, and maybe the older girls -- Zuzanna and Helena. I am not sure if they all came, but I am sure how they came : They all came in my uncle Romek's tractor trailer, that was parked on Polana, a large clearing on the edge of the birch and pine forest adjacent to our house/kurnik. Plenty of mushrooms in it too, but not Kania. To hunt for Kania, we had to go further into a deeper forest on the other side of the asphalt road. To be continued....
Sunday, September 13, 2009
This story begins in Poland, with the visit of my aunt Maria -- the culinary expert. When I was five years old, aunt Maria introduced me to the art of cooking Czubajka Kania -- the extraorydinarily delicious tasting Parasol mushroom ( Macrolepiota procera). Since I don't have any more time for writing this evening, the next chapter of this intriguing tale will be presented in the next post.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Looks like a lilac, but it isn't. Good for painting in the style of Impressionism. I don't really like to paint but to look at things like an Impressionist. I have the Impressionist's eye, but then, who doesn't?
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
I don't want my writing to be a bunch of lies, so I will be brief. Tonight I am bored and that's why I have this blog -- instead of watching television without involving my brain whatsoever I am spending time writing about anything that comes to my consciousness.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
I thought it is time that I write something. My life takes a very interesting turn -- I am standing and I need to sit down all the time. Tomorrow guests are coming, and I feel like I have nothing to receive them with. My mask is slowly sliding off -- beneath it there is a face that isn't hungry anymore, curious anymore, pretending a little only. And it is a very friendly face, like a visage of a puppy. I am happy.
Posted by Malgorzata at Saturday, August 15, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
I am holding "trujacy prawdziwek", czyli false porcini, while Lidia is taking a test. Earlier that evening I went for a walk, and it ( the walk) turned into a full fledged mushrooming event. As you can see, there are a lot of specimens that mimic chanterelles ("kurki" po Polsku), and boletuses, czyli podgrzybki. One large "rydz"-looking specimen might be edible, actually. Fake Chanterelles - "kurki" nieprawdziwe jednak Rydz - Lactarius deliciosus niestety chyba nie Bunch of Boletus mushrooms
Friday, July 24, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
It’s time for a story. This time it is a story that was being created in June, but the thoughts and occurrences happened earlier, and now I must write, otherwise stuff will break out like a zit. I am not willing to keep pace anymore. Here is a starflower with magical color of the land of gods, where the rainbow visits very often. Feast your eyes my dear reader, and please forgive me for being vague or insensitive - after all I am only human. This story is shortened dramatically due to the fact that I have too much to say, and not enough patience to work on conveying my stuff with eloquence and grace; therefore I am opting for a reading session of someone else’s stuff - The Da Vinci Code.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
This story is about everything at once. I feel I am expanding, and it could be that I am just getting fat, since I like to eat. Or it could be that the world is so nice and I like to taste it, and in doing so I make myself large. Since I haven't visited any pancake houses lately, it must have been just those delicious purple-blue grapes and strawberries that I not only admired, but nibbled on.
Friday, May 1, 2009
The Bug with a Glittery Back. Photo by MK. ...................................................................................................... I am in the process of making my second collage on wood, and its working title is "Not All the Glitter is Gold". Today I found this intriguing looking bug that knows how to camouflage himself. He was sitting on H.'s laundry pile when I captured him. 30 minutes later I took him out by the canal to release him from the mason jar. When he was out in the sun, I noticed his shiny, glittering back - metallic looking plate in the shape of a leaf.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Pijemy kawe z mleczkiem. Dwie male czarne. Czekamy az perkolator przestanie spiewac. Mglisty opar juz zniknal z metalowej czesci. Perkolator zaczyna pykac - zobacz misty vapor na dolnej czesci metalowej. This story is for Marzenna. She lives far away from my house, and I invited her for coffee.
Posted by Malgorzata at Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I developed a strange appreciation for people in random places, like the supermarket where I go almost everyday -- those faces of total strangers, the fellow humans that are on this planet with me at the same time -- we share the earth together. And then there are the people that are closer to me, because they are close to my children: my children's friends, boy-friends, girl-friends, guy friends. But, the people that want to have lunch with me -- why don't I care about them that much? - Because they talk to you through Internet, via email. You don't see them, they are not real. You tell your art class students (who are on the average 10 years old), that the drawings that we, the artists do (draw), are not real, that they are like an illusion; and you don't really know if they believe you Miss Margo.
Posted by Malgorzata at Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
I took this picture before devouring this triangular
stack of pancakes made by Chef HK, who
is a master of making pancakes. I used to think
that pancakes have to be made from the box mix.
We usually had a box of pancake mix
in our pantry. It was Bisquick, and then
I saw a movie with Spencer Tracy and Katherine
Hepburn - where she wanted to be a perfect little
wife, and made him waffles from scratch---wow! -
this was definitely a big culinary revelation to me! -
I copied that movie waffle recipe and later found a pancake
recipe in some cook book. From then on I made my own
pancake mix, but not for that long... we are back buying
pancake mix again - Aunt Jemima this time. Chef HK gets
good, fluffy pancakes from the box mix every time, which can't
be said about my personal "from scratch pancake mix".
I must add here that waffles come out OK from the
homemade mix, but since I hate cleaning the waffle iron,
pancakes are ruling in our kitchen once again.
Thank you Aunt Jemima!
Friday, April 17, 2009
It’s hard to write these Tales from Pancake Houses. I don’t get paid for doing them, and I don’t really like eating pancakes that much – I eat pancakes once a year, when I go to North Carolina with my family; and lately, because of the economy, we haven’t been going there at all! Today I am eating at a pancake house a.k.a. diner, but It’s a Greek place, so pancakes are not the best item on the menu, I assume. I am hanging on the edge of things lately, so I won’t even say anything about food - I’ll eat my mysterious sandwich with a wedge of a pickle and drink some Orange Pekoe tea with a slice of lemon, and I’ll be on my way. Reporting from the edge of things - - “Your Writer”; April 17, 2009; 2:34 pm.
Blue is not my favorite color, but I like it. I like it enough to take pictures of blue flowers. I like haze and fog, and I like when things are not clear and slightly out of focus - - my focus, not yours. You, dear reader, can adjust your focus to your liking. My efforts to present the images to you are important, but the final impression is entirely superfluous, and if I may add: totally appreciated, but in a very impersonal yet a bit subjective way.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
The struggles are not over
but they are less dramatic
or less painfully felt
I am keeping my thoughts close to my bones
and not spilling them over to my heart and hands
I work more
saving money to go to Moscow with Nathalie
I wish those words would mean what I want them to mean
but as they have said: We escape ourselves and hide with bad lattes
between book shelves. This would've been fine
if moods didn't need Godiva chocolates to be paid for
with credit cards.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
I went to a channelling meeting, and there was food there. The flan was with coconut shreds, and then a piece of mint stepped into it after being separated from the salad of red onion and walnuts. I also ate roasted fingerling potatoes and sampled other stuff. My Corning Ware casserole with a blue cornflower was left in Reverend Larry's refrigerator. I feel fine, because I have a family: two daughters, husband, dog, 3 cats, plants; and my table wears pretty tablecloth that I sewed myself. There is a worm glow in my home, and my younger daughter sings; my older one pampers her cat. I am happy when I return home from my troubles and my travels.
Posted by Malgorzata at Sunday, April 12, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Hat Made by Cindy. Photo by MK.
Hat Made by Cindy. Photo by MK.
The Hat hung on the wall for a while, since February of last year.
Cindy - Lidia's friend, gave it to me for my birthday. I never wore it to the Garden Tea party.
Today was the Hat's glorious day.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Tropical Wisteria a.k.a. Queen's Wreath, Sandpaper Vine, Petrea volubilis, Bluebird Vine in Bloom: Full Magic Power. Pictured here is our Wisteria
grown from a seed and planted under the "art room window". Photo: MK
This beautiful double flower has a double life in double color. It charms with two different shades of blue: the bottom petals are hazy lilac-blue, and the top flower is vibrant blue-purple. The bottom petals dry on the vine and lose their color, but the top delicate, soft violet/pansy-like flowers drop to the ground creating a magic carpet - I doubted that they belonged to the Tropical Wisteria I saw last Tuesday on the grounds of the little botanical garden by the painting studios of the U of M Art Dept. in Coral Gables (where I painted as a postgrad student 17 years ago). Lidia was there with me.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Sometimes things are going their own way. Stuff grows on its own, without planting. Confusing messages heard and spoken interweave themselves totally uninvited, and unintentional chaos brews itself like tea. I take a moistened teabag and stain a 9"x 12" piece of white watercolor paper. I think I need to consult a Psychic.
Posted by Malgorzata at Thursday, April 02, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Welcome, we meet again, and this time you will read about the Yellow Doughnut. In this story, like in life, there are other characters besides the main one. The girl behind the counter who was advertising the doughnuts is one such character, and I shall call her the “Girl with a Sour Smile." I was first introduced to the Yellow Doughnut when the “Girl with a Sour Smile” insisted that I buy it. I refused to buy it and after sampling it I said, "It’s too sweet." - I lied. The flavor was lemony and slightly tart. The doughnut was beautiful. The next morning I went to the café to buy the doughnut and ate it. One week later I bought it again. When I opened the paper carton that the doughnut was packaged in, the spectacular yellow frosting with intense yellow sprinkles appeared to outshine the rays of the sun. There are no illustrations to go with this tale, but the image, however imperfect, will be available later on.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
I found this little composition book. It contained a curious drawing dated February 26, 2009 and titled "Daily Doyly". If I came from another planet I might have a problem recognizing the items portrayed in the sketch, but here in North America these sort of things, meaning the little milk pitchers and the little syrup dispensers are commonly served in pancake houses. What is the role of the doily decorating the serving plate, and what do the letters MBK stand for?
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
In the evening I hopped to another pancake house. There was a woman with melanoma on her forehead there. My companion reminded me that today was Ash Wednesday. So… that melanoma was a cross made with ashes? Yes. Then what about the other woman, the one from the morning pancake house? Did she have ashes between her eyebrows? It is possible.
I don't know for sure if I can call this story “Charming”. It happened during the breakfast hours at a certain pancake house -no, not that "hopping" one; and since it is a mystery, I shall try not to name anything or anyone for the sake of keeping the mystery alive. There were two young men sitting at the window table in front of me and speaking Spanglish to one another, unaware that among the breakfast customers there was a writer plotting to write about them in her newest mystery tale. ”Bird & 137th Street... un restaurante colombiano”, said one of them, and then they both left. Soon the next group came to that table: party of four that probably walked straight from the nearby hotel; they all looked refreshed and too perky for the early morning hour ( before 8 am). One of the women had a large, black mole between her eyebrows, and to my knowledge, it looked like a skin cancer. She ordered pancakes with blueberries. Immediately following this scene, something new started developing behind me: Two middle-aged guys were talking in plain English about pancreatic cancer. The mother of one of the guys had it. And all the while…your writer was being sandwiched between those two different types of cancer. This, my reader, is the mysterious story that left me with a feeling of a moment in time and space that was...charming, dignified and delightful like my waitress, who was young and pretty, and constantly refilling my coffee cup.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Check out my old paintings from the years 1987-2004. I would like to sell prints made from sellected original art, old and new. My most current work is in pencil on paper, and in watercolor on paper, and is rather small: no larger then 9" x 12". My talented niece Matylda sells her art on Etsy, in her little store called Relic Dwellers, and I would like to put my art for sale on Etsy too, sooner or later. I am currently under the impression that I can do it sooner then later.
"Luminous Rose". Photo by LK. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Remembering the Person, The Little One ~~~~~~~ Walking through snow~~~~ Singing a song~~~~~~~~~~ Written and composed by self~~~~~ And now Sadness wants to win~~~~~~ Hang on -- I dedicate this moment to You.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
My bro Wies says that I should sign up for ads by google business. I' m not sure if I want to do that, but he covertly reminds me of my "loser artist" status with no prospects for financial abundance, so I feel guilty. Guilty for not listening to his advice; after all he is the older brother. Older siblings know best. Right? Wies says, that I have to choose between doing art and starving, or doing business ( like having ads by google pop up on my blog) and eating delicious breakfast with home fries, eggs and rye toast plus coffee with milk. Is my bro's advice the answer to my financial bliss?
Posted by Malgorzata at Thursday, February 19, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
"Rose Embellished" (detail), 8"x 11", watercolor pencils,
permanent marker and graphite on paper.
So, we meet again, said he to me. You look pale. So, what is it to you? Nothin, I'm just leaving a comment under the picture. OK, anything else? Yes. When are you going to plant those leftover little flowers that rooted on the window sill?
Posted by Malgorzata at Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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