Friday, 29 April 2011

Women's world








Be to her virtues very kind,
Be to her faults a little blind.
Matthew Prior


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Monday, 25 April 2011

Last thoughts on Easter


The famous Hungarian-Transylvanian custom:
"Sprinkling"








There are a lot of interesting folk customs still alive all over Hungary
 and Transylvania. Many of them are connected with religious 
holidays, while others have older origins, from early, sometimes 
from prehistoric years. The two, most known customs of
 Easter are the "sprinkling" and the egg-painting. Both are very 
common in both urban and rural areas, among people of 
every age-group.
The possible reason for this very old tradition is that people 
believed in the cleaning, healing and fertility effect of water.

Today was "sprinkling" day (as I call it)....of course
we didn't have to endure the shock of men spilling
whole buckets of cold water on us, in turn they 
entertained us with all kinds of funny Easter poems
and slightly sprinkled us with perfume.
Once again, it was a great day...

Friday, 22 April 2011

Closer than you should be...


I do not
 expect
you to
 love me
 more than
 I love you...

Don't forget when you leave why you came!


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Monday, 18 April 2011

My other half



"Today I begin to understand what love must be. 
If it exists. When we are parted we each feel the 
lack of the other half of ourselves.












We are incomplete like a book in two volumes
of which the first has been lost. That is what
I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence."

(my own pictures)

Saturday, 16 April 2011

Being fluid









Male and female represent the two sides 
of the great radical dualism. But in fact 
they are perpetually passing into one another. 
Fluid hardens to solid, solid rushes to fluid. 
There is no wholly masculine man, no purely 
feminine woman.
Margaret Fuller



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Friday, 15 April 2011

Newsprint style











I need my blog like the morning newspaper

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Wednesday, 13 April 2011

A few sketches





Where the grass is greener
(acrylic paint)

Yesterday was time to take a break,
sit down with my mom and grab a paint
 brush, dip it in paint....then let my arm
take me where it desired.
It was refreshing.It cleared my mind
and my heart.



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