Patriotic madonna #1

I was contemplating doing a copy of the Black Madonna of Częstochowa icon today.  The dark icon I remember from childhood in my beloved grandmother's bedroom, and which is in fact to be found in every authentic Polish grandmother's bedroom. The somber beauty of the original painting (marked by the scars which have a story) is  … Continue reading Patriotic madonna #1


The artist’s way: love stories in eastern Poland

She certainly wasn't the woman of my dreams. But she knew very well how to wield an axe. And she made me paint. * * * Driven largely by yet another romantic disappointment, I set out to visit a stranger in one of the wilder regions of south-eastern Poland last November. I just wanted to … Continue reading The artist’s way: love stories in eastern Poland