These are my latest commissioned glass paintings, 50×40 cm. The first is called Elysian flowers and second is Rosa Rolanda backstage.
My sister asked me if I could paint a mural on her terrace. I had never done it before which equally freaked and thrilled me. I love street art, graffiti and anything massive. And like with any new project that I undertake, I bought several books on large scale street art so I could document myself on the techniques before I get started. It didn’t go as planned, Friboy got in the way :).
This is the only artsy activity I managed to do this summer with Friboy. I wanted to do more clay masks from different cultures but he wasn’t into it that much. We made this one which is inspired by Romanian dance masks related to winter / end of the year traditions.
Learning a language be it our mother tongue or another is neurologically linked to the working memory part of our brain.
We organized this exhibition with the purpose of funding Friboy’s school ski camp this year. I made about 37 paintings on glass, all based on his drawings. Café de l’Ancienne Gare hosted this exhibition, also to the benefit of the children. We sold almost all of the paintings and managed to cover the costs for his entire class.
Tomorrow, the 13th of December, people in Scandinavia and in other parts of the world (Italy, Croatia) celebrate Saint Lucia. I particularly like the Swedish tradition observed on this day and I decided to honor it with an illustrated interpretation and by baking the delicious Swedish Lussekatt, a sweet saffron bun served on this occasion.
Winter is my favorite season and it is also the time of the year where I feel the most creative. Maybe we are programmed like that through millennia of evolution. Not long ago, women would spend the long winter days doing all sorts of handicrafts (weaving, sewing or knitting). Now we have Netflix and social media and we have replaced needle and thread with modern gadgets. Continue reading “Recipe for a cozy winter”
When I moved to Fribourg from the overcrowded and suffocating place where I lived before, shared with almost 4 other million souls, I had the impression nothing much was happening…no Christmas rush, no over the top Christmas lights or a huge Christmas market.
I still have one of the toys that Saint Nicholas left in my boots when I was a child, it’s a mother gorilla stuffed toy holding a baby gorilla in her arms. I had named her Uga because at that time I thought she looked like the daughter of Ugo Fantozzi, an Italian series my mother was watching on TV. I gave it to Friboy a while ago and told him that it was from Saint Nicholas, he was shocked because he doesn’t picture me as a child. I am his mom, I couldn’t have been a smaller person that believed in magic and waited impatiently for Saint Nicholas just like him. He never reacted like this when I showed him photos of me as a child, this gorilla made me that little girl in his eyes.