Tuesday, May 17, 2011

May customs...

It's amazing how habits and customs from childhood remain with us and become more and more "present" as years go by...

In my country May is the month of spring celebrations. As a child the1st of May I would go with my sisters for walks in the hills surrounding Athens and collect the most amazing wild flowers. My sister Dina always made the most special flower wreath to hang outside the front door, the traditional gesture to show the world that we had "touched" May... I remember feeling that "we" had the very best fresh flower "stefani" for sure, because Dina had made it. (I still believe that!!!)
Every May, wherever I am, everywhere I've lived, I would go outside and collect grasses, flowers, vines, and with the memory of scenes from childhood I would go through those steps and feel a bit of "greekness" in this traditional ritual of recognizing spring's arrival...
in the pictures: spring elements from both my May morning walks in the garden and hours spent in the printmaking studio...

Friday, May 6, 2011

for Mother's Day

For so many years I could call, I could wish her, I could celebrate mama on Mother's day.
I cannot reach her through the phone anymore, I cannot tell her "stuff", but I  can still celebrate my manoula and the life time I had the fortune to have her near me or waiting to answer my phone calls.
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