SKY BLUE CHIFFON DRESS

"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.

FAIRIES EXIST

fairies exist -- mine is a mushroom.
in prismacolor pencils on charcoal paper.

PRESENTED IN A NEW LIGHT

the digression from the kania tale continues... if anyone is asking-- i bake because it is a form of art -- it's like edible ceramics. This doughnut isn't fried.

THE BLUE VASE

"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.

THE CZUBAJKA KANIA TALE

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....

THE FALSE UMBRELLAS STORY

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.

IMPRESSIONISTICALLY SPEAKING

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?

LOTUS LILIES BY MALG

I was trying to paint like Monet. Watercolor, 2001. Painted on location: Wetlands by the City Hall, Sunrise.

IMPRESSIONISM?

Yes! This is my impressionistic photography example. One of very few, actually -- It was raining, and it did it.

A VERY SMART PERSON'S TUESDAY CONFESSION

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.