Every year around this time, I wait for an sms from my sister.
This sms is always short, like a code: “They came” or  “They are here”… and it always makes me happy.
Why?
My sister has a special gift to spot, as a first, the arrival of the long distance migrants – the swallows.
Somehow they remind me of my childhood and the Spring. Long warm evenings, opened windows, and the sound of singing swallows.
This is one of the best memories I have.
Yesterday the long distance sms came!

For the new month a new flower.

There is a tree.
The tree stands on a lawn, crossed by grey paths.
It is Wednesday tree.
Every Wednesday I look how it has changed since the last time.
Now
Winter nudity has been covered by delicate lace of fresh, white leaves.
I can’t wait to see the dress.

So it seems the season of heavy unexpected rain just has started.

Even in art you have to struggle with your own reason.
Recently I was working on a new idea for etching work. I started with the marbling technique to get first texture layer. When I saw the first print, it happened.
An imaginary picture, which I did not planned, came out from the print.
It was so strong, that I couldn’t pretend that it wasn’t there and just came back to original idea.
But letting go reason and allowing imagination in your own head to be alive, takes lots of guts.
When I finally let go, step by step the Enchanted forest came alive.

Yesterday was International Women’s Day. When I was a small girl, this day was for me the first sign of upcoming spring. On this day streets were filled with men holding tulips in their hands. Simple, you could say prosaic flowers. Later on, I found out the deeper meaning of this flower. When you literally translate it into English, the Polish word “Tulipan” (Tulip) means “Cuddle Man”. (Tuli – means cuddle, pan – means man)
I wish all women to have a nice Tulipan.

February is already over, even with its additional day.
This month wasn’t so dark as January, maybe because of the presence of the huge Moon which seemed to be bigger than usual, as if it would like to compensate for the lack of the presence of the Sun.
Huge, bright Moon was illuminating dark evenings with its white light.

Recently I have had an impression while listening news, that the dark night covers us. I was down and gloomy until one rainy evening, when I was waiting for the bus with my Kot.
I told him about my impression of the total darkness, when he smiled and asked: “Do you remember “True Detective”?
Two weeks after watching this serial I was in a very wired mood, having some paranoic thoughts.
“Well…” – I said- “This is your way to cheer me up?”
He gazed at me with a bizarre look.
“The ending. Do you remember the ending? When Marty, looking at the sky, said that the dark has a lot more territory. Do you remember what Rust told him?
“No” – I admit.
He said: “Well, once there was only dark. You ask me, the light’s winning.”

Time goes by very quickly. It is already February. There is a common belief, that the first month of the year is the most difficult. Maybe it is because our brand new expectations meet reality… I don’t know? Anyway, here goes my Memory of January. It was not a snowy, white month. On this island, dark naked trees were swaying in a strong wind.