CUP OF ROSES

Part of the Story of My Life is that I like

Photography as an art form. Years ago 

I attended a photographic art exhibit in Poland,

somewhere near Warsaw -- and I promise to

refresh my memory, so I can remember

the name of the town. -- One of the exhibiting

artists was a young man, whose

photographs stirred the audience; there was

a talk about him and his dried roses

 -- they were unusually beautiful.

My friend and I approached the artist

and exchanged a few words with him.

And that was that.

Except, that 34 years later I still remember

those photographs of dried roses.

"Miniature Roses in a Rose Colored Teacup Made by LK." - PHOTO by MALGORZATA KAWASHIMA

PICTURES OF ROSEMARY

 Flowering Rosemary ( Rosmarinus officinalis)

Landscape

Landscape with Teapot by Malgorzata Kawashima,
of course!
Watercolor and watercolor pencils on paper. Created in the year 2001.

TIME STOPS FOR ME

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.
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CHAPTER ONE: Time Stops for Me
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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.

Zegarki Taty: wskazówki

Zegarki Taty

Zegarki Taty

Zegarki Taty

       Dla Kochanego Taty - "Mango"

Dziadek Władek i Babcia Antosia

Wnuczusie Emilunia i Lidzia

My photographic art 1977

My Father's Legacy

Polska bułka z serem

Time Stops For Me

Trasa Taty

Zegarek z wiśniowymi kamieniami

Zegarki Taty: tryby

MAGIC

As a teen photographer I wanted to perform a magic trick

using my montage skills, and this is a detail of my art.

As a magician, I 've been performing for many audiences,

and after more than thirty years of practice, I can tell you

that nothing can beat Dreams.  Athough Apparitions can

be very strong and puzzling too, they often can be

explained with an image that the camera produces;

But as far as the Dream goes, especially the Vivid

Dream, no magic trick can translate it. Nothing can.

Period.

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.