I bought a souvenir -- the little ceramic frog that came with a poem
and a stamp from the garden -- the One Hundred Flower Garden.
It is all good luck -- the returning of money that one spends, the
safe return home, and the return of one's youth. Play of words is good too -
frog and to return are one and the same, in speech of course. Kaeru.
I like that I don't have to try to be so educational here. Just say what comes to mind -- not as drastically as James Joyce, but still....Welcome home malg.
Witaj... Długa to była podróż dla Ciebie, no i jeszcze sie nie kończy. Na szczęście!
I was here for a very short time. Too short to write about it?
Maybe too short to write about the place on Earth -- the very spot, but not too short to brag about the feeling of being somewhere and then not being there. "Omiyage", "sachiko"... I can read those simple signs --- that's about it..., and the lanterns-- I took this picture, so I could remember to return here again ... maybe.
I am ready to write a story of my life. I was born in Poland, 12 years after the World War II ended. I am the younger of two children born to Helena and Staniław. My brother Wiesław is the older child. My story doesn't know yet where to begin. *** CHAPTER ONE: Time Stops for Me *** Our father owned one book: "Zegarmistrzostwo." It was a very thick book; it probably had over 1000 pages and maybe there was more than one volume of it in the wooden cabinet with sliding glass doors.
Our mother was a well read woman in contrast to Stasiek; Helena subscribed to "Przekrój". Both of our parents were geniuses.
Fritillaria Camschatcensis - Kuro Yuri - Black Lily of Kamchatka, 2010. - my first ever miniature oil painting . Detail Number 2. Painted from a photo taken by me in Obihiro, Hokkaido - Japan in June 2008.
Grandma Karolina and Grandpa Franciszek were both born in the year 1896. The men wore funny bathing suits then, and cars looked like horse carriages.
I don't have any photos of my own from that era. I can only imagine what my grandparents lived like. But I have an idea about the car that was made in America in 1927, the year that my mom Helena was born: I am presenting here my very own sketch of 1927 Chevrolet Peddler Wagon.
When I look at B&W images, they take me back in time. I time travel to 1892. I choose this year randomly; I haven’t a clear idea what was the World like at that time. Perhaps it is just a starting point for my new illustrated story. If you, my dear reader, would like to follow this intent, please tune in . I shall not disappoint you, or at least that is my intention now -- June 15, 2010.
This is my first summer collage of 2010 that was created by me,
Malgorzata Kawashima -- the artist.
I might sound funny, but I don't think of myself as an artist. Artists are people who work in their studios every day making a living. And I...I don't have a studio per se. Yes, I have a space called "Art Room," but I am never there. And maybe it is so, because there is too many things there that put my mind in a state of clutter, and make me believe that I am a hoarder of some sort. Pablo Picasso (I read about it in a book) had many tables in his house that were set up with his stuff. He could sit at any of them (the tables), at any time of the day or night and start working. It is not so in my world, and maybe I would like it to be that way. And I am not the master of the Art Room: my cats are. Nevertheless, I have managed to always create something, using my patio or garden, various coffee shops or diners, cars, trains and planes -- sketching in my sketch books or on random papers, napkins, receipts and so on. To make this story short, I am presenting my collage without words. And it is for sale in my Shopon Etsy.
She wasn't one of the unlucky ones that ended up in the garage. Lilac Lady enjoyed relatively comfortable existence since her creation in 1997. For a while She was displayed in the living room by the main entrance. She was even entered once in the prestigious art competition (Hortt 39.) She was never exposed to the heat and humidity of the summer air; She spent her life in Florida in an air conditioned environment. She exists because of her creator's love for lilac blossoms. And now she is for sale. How tragic! I hope she will forgive me. Who knows, maybe her new predicament will lead to a more fulfilling existence.
I was wandering why people read books. And some people like what they read so much that they announce it to the world and try to excite others into reading that same book. Great, but what about the people, who don't listen and don't read. And also don't look. I looked today at some visual art --- my own creations from years back -- 1984, 1985, 1986, 1987, 1988, 1990, 1991.....1999. They were abandoned, in the garage. Why didn't I let them be seen? Why didn’t I look at them for decades? I don't exactly know. Rediscovered, they shine some incredible truth about one person's love for life.
As I was placing my order, the girl asked me whether I wanted chips, bread, or apple with my sandwich. I told her to repeat my choices, because I wasn’t sure what they were. Then I asked "why more bread, doesn't the sandwich already come with bread?" And I chose apple.
After I paid, I got a familiar plastic device.
When my device started glowing, I went to the pick-up
counter to get my food. I was told by a young guy
that my sandwich was still on the grill,
so I left and sat down at my booth.
A few minutes later the guy came to inform me that my sandwich was ready -- this seemed comical.
He realized it and asked me: "Do you want me to bring your sandwich?" -- I said: "Yes."
The whole time I felt fine, but after I ate, I suddenly became sleepy and I ended up falling slightly asleep
at the table, with my head resting on my hands. And that's how this story ends.
Petrea Volubilis aka Sndpaper Vine is a very beautiful plant to watch when in bloom. The leaves of Petrea V. are very rough on both sides, like a sandpaper! So, naturally, I thought they can be used like a sandpaper, especially when dry ( no trace marks of green). And that is the utilitarian aspect of Petrea Volubilis!
I tried to sand an old piece of wood with a dry leaf, and it worked.
Sandpaper Vine: the leaves are very rough, like a sandpaper!