Hi today :)
This time I will show you my relief "Beautiful structure of love".
Below I have posted my short story - describing my childhood vacation memories - which inspired this bas-relief.
This is mixed - media relief, with pieces of glass and metal spheres and pearl petals, painted with acrylics paints. Format 90 x 70 cm.
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When I was a little girl I used to spend holidays in the countryside. I loved to play near my Grandfather's studio, which was a bit forbidden (for us kids) anyway. The magical workshop was called the "shed";) Grandfather made tombstones. I loved sipping there cold, heavily sugary coffee from a huge pot ... with a ladle. Gar was big, or I was little. The smell of concrete, sand, cement will always remain in my memory as something beautiful. This list also includes: the smell of a cellar with moisture and potatoes, the smell of an old garage, gasoline, grease, the smell of an old Polonaise (car) which you could not get into, but you did get in. You got behind the wheel, turned it and purred bruuuummmmmm. There were no limits. It was my vacations. The moments when I was happy and free, wonderful and peaceful moments. I spent these beautiful moments of my life in a perfect place for creativity, imagination, fantasy and fun. We ran with Kamil my cousin wherever we wanted. We were climbing trees that could be climbed. There were fences for jumping, climbing chutes for the house. Windows for leaving the house. Handrail in the staircase only for ... descending (even while standing). Adventures... every moment was an adventure, every moment was fun. The meadows were our land. This is where we had secret houses, boats on water channels. This is where we got lost on purpose in order to find each other. Grandma's henhouse was for stealing eggs. The place was also forbidden (for us kids). The eggs were to fed two survivors who, in an old, found frying pan, mix them with a spoon with sand and fry them over a small fire. We were cowboys, Indians, sailors, warriors ... Branches twisted into bows. Arrows rushing towards the canned pyramids. The roof of Grandfather's shed was a house, a pub, a Chinese restaurant, a shelter. Only climbing up the tree. All the forbidden places were ours. There was a "Desert" around Grandpa's studio. Mountains of sand and gravel. Our descents, rolling, burying and building took place there. There were also colored glass pieces nearby. Grandpa used to use them for decoration. It was such a fashion. However, colored glass slides were no longer needed for production. They were there for me. These were my treasures. Glowing, colorful, transparent to the sun, in various shapes. They were wonderful. It was a paradise for me. A paradise of colorful glasses, stones, sand, branches, various metal objects and spacious meadows.
The relief "Beautiful structure of love" brought me this joy and fun. I created it by enjoying what I do. Why are these textures so beautiful to me? Why do the reflections of glass and metal make me happy? Why the stains that resemble spilled concrete ... soothe me. Maybe because they are the truth that I carry in my heart. It is true that we love not necessarily the most beautiful things, but certainly the truest ... and then they become the most beautiful for us.