I had this amazing idea that I would…

physis earrings
Black Onyx Earrings

I had this amazing idea that I would regularly create a blog post about so many great topics. Jewelry of course, but also snapshots of everyday life, maybe some information about gemstone I use. I wanted to create captivating reviews or maybe just share an opinion about books I’ve read. Maybe books I want to read. All those great ideas met reality. When I write something here once per month, it’s a good score. 

But there are dreams and there is reality. I guess everyday tasks, day job, and creating jewelry in the meantime don’t leave much time for other things. And I need time to read books too! I still struggle with time management but I guess who doesn’t.  So this amazing idea turned out to be quite difficult to realize. Well, maybe one day I will write post about how manage time effectivly!

So while I’m here I decided to show you two pair of earrings. During the last few months, I’ve made more earrings than usual and it was fun. I even tried to make some which I guess I could call a mini-series. There is this idea (again!) to create pieces inspired by particular themes or topics, but for now, I just need to make place for such idea! So while running a clearance sale on etsy I put here these two pairs. The “theme” was rather simple. I was looking for an unusual shape for earrings. And something like that showed up under my fingers. I hope you like it!  And of course, you can find them here, in my shop. The black pair is also listed on Etsy!

I want to remember this little daisy and the beauty…

little daisy

 

 

 

I want to remember this little daisy and the beauty of all those flowers I met. But I can’t. Memory is sometimes so weak and unreliable.  And the beauty is fragile too. It passes so quickly. So I couldn’t resist memorising this little daisy which I got yesterday from my love. He made me smile. This little daisy made me smile too.  And I hope it will make you do the same 🙂

It’s good to stop

 

It is good to stop. To not only look around but to look up (or down;). Spring is here and I can smell this scent of fresh life in the air. I love this time of the year because it is so  ephemeral. I can never get used to it, because it passes so quickly. White trees and colorful flowers, this juicy fresh green, and deep blue cloudless sky… I guess only sky is there for ever. 

First time in my life I have a small garden of my own. It’s not truly mine, it belongs to appartament which I rent, but still! It’s a strange feeling, because suddenly I don’ know what to do with it except of photographing it.  There are so many flowers and plants and bunch of other stuff. I have no idea how  they are called and how to take care of them. And which are good and which are not. It’s bit overwhelming. And it is beautiful too 🙂 ! I know now how much I don’t know. So i stop. I breath. I take photos.  I look around and I go on. 

 
 

February and March

February and March were for me flower months. Nature months. Mostly because I bought a lot of flowers. A lot I got as a gift. When the outside was still chilly and unwelcoming, inside I created a little garden. Observed the leaves and flowers growing and dying too (I’m not that good at taking care of plants). I guess it’s natural cycle. So this is what I want to remember from this two months. The nature which I invited inside, and the beauty that I still gives me.

There were much more plants than those photographed. I just didn’t have the possibility to memorise them all here (and that’s a pity!). I also planted some lavender seeds , I wander what will become of it.  But, there is no other way that to wait and see.

something by Virginia Woolf

somethig by Virginia Woolf

I wanted to read something by Virginia Woolf for a long time but till recently I haven’t had such chance. I tried once to read Mrs. Dalloway in English (and not  in Polish) but I failed tremendously. This gave me a  valuable lesson.  So I guessl learned from my own mistakes.  I bought myself a polish copy of “A Room of One’s Own” which was next on my list.

Reading this essay was quite surprising experience. Mostely because of the way it was written. I was expecting anger and yet, it is in some moments almost serene. The injustuice is pointed out so is inequality. But yet again, everything is written without this expected anger… There is this, almost preverbial, message that money and peace is necessary for artist to make art. But for me, this essay was about something more. It almost worn us, that anger can lead to bitterness. That even women are injust to each other. And that living the world fully and truthfully is the most important thing for an artist. Because it is world around us , which teaches and shapes up. And pretending someone else is just not an option. For those who wants to have a good life. Who wants to create a good art.

My polish version had a wonderful addition. There are 5 short stories about well known women: artists, writers or reporters. I was a bit sceptic in the beginning. Mostly because half of them I haven’t known. Those who I know, I haven’t liked. Yet those short stories shown the path of these women to the place were they are right now. To the place where they are free, independent, and I think, happy. Those stories shown that some things have changed, some have not. But still, they give hope. Even if overcoming stereotypse is still dificult, there is hope for the better

                                                                                                                   **** Something by Virginia Woolf in polish:)****

Od dawna chciałam przeczytać coś Virgini Woolf. Na początku sięgnęłam po Panią Dalloway – niestety po angielsku i to był mój błąd. Poległam całkowicie! Ale dało mi to do myślenia, i następną pozycję, esej “Mój własny pokój” zakupiłam już po polsku.

Oczekiwałam złości , jednak styl Virginii jest prawie pogodny i słoneczny. Niesprawiedliwości, nierówności były wytknięte, jednak cały ton jest spokojny, stonowany, przenikliwy. Dla mnie najważniejszym przekazem eseju nie był jednak przysłowiowy pokój, i pieniądze na utrzymanie a to, że gniew może prowadzić do zgorzknienia. Że kobiety same dla siebie nie są często sprawiedliwe. A także to, że najważniejsze jest przeżyć jak najwięcej, doświadczyć świata, być uczciwym i szczerym w stosunku do siebie jak i innych. Myślę, że to rady dobre nie tylko dla artystek i feministek.

Polska edycja książki ma cudowny dodatek jakim są historię znanych i lubianych polek. Artystek, pisarek, podróżniczek… Przyznam, że na początku byłam sceptyczna. Połowę z nich nie lubiłam, a drugą połowę znałam jedynie ze słyszenia. Jednak te historie pokazały jak znane kobiety poradziły sobie z przeciwnościami i trudnościami. By dotrzeć tam gdzie są. Pokazały że pewne rzeczy się zmieniły, część kompletnie nie. Jednak wydaje mi się, że te historie pokazały, że jest nadzieja. Na lepsze. W całkiem niedalekiej przyszłości.

 
 

watching the sunset sky and admiring golden light

watching the sunset sky

January passed quickly on watching the sunset sky and admiring golden light of chilly evenings. It was a slow month. Good month I dare to say. And I’m happy that I managed to see so much even though I didn’t travel further than few miles from where I lived. I spent it in the country and now, back in the city I miss those open spaces. I guess my goal for this month should be to find some counterpart. Look for the sunset colors even though there is less sky. Or maybe I haven’t found yet the right spot to watch it…

 
PL Version *** Styczeń minął mi na obserwowaniu zachodów słońca i zmieniających się kolorów nieba. Nad podziwianiem tych ostatnich promieni słońca, które nadają światu ten złoty odcień. To był spokojny miesiąc. Wolny. Myślę, że dobry, chociaż spędzony bez wyjazdów i wielkich wycieczek. Spędziłam go na wsi, i będąc teraz znów w mieście czuję brak tych otwartych przestrzeni i bezkresu nieba. Wydaje się więc, że mój plan na luty to znalezienie jakiejś namiastki tego co było. Tych kolorów i nieba, nawet jeśli jest go w mieście mniej. A może po prostu nie znalazłam jeszcze dobrego miejsca do jego oglądania…
 
watching the sunset sky