Today I want to write about such a simple act of household as doing laundry and arranging clothes to dry on our terrace. We do have a laundry machine, laundry is not done by hand. However, it is arranged by hand on hangers, and it is secured by hand with clothes pins. (We had hard time finding both – hangers and clothes pins. Hangers we found at Bodega Aurora and clothes pins we found at Abarrotes on 20 De Enero Street, where we go for fruits.) Do you know that arranging cloths… Read More
Good Friday in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico
My original home country is deeply orthodox Christian country, where people take religion seriously, obey all religious holidays, follow numerous long and short lents, celebrate Easter and Christmas at fullest. However, I have never seen anything like what I saw yesterday. Not in my home country Georgia or anywhere else. A well organized, fully orchestrated and I am sure numerous times rehearsed parade of Christianity marching from the center of San Miguel de Allende. Carrying statue after statue of Jesus Christo, Archangels, Angles, Mother Mary, crosses, glass coffin with statue of Jesus… Read More
Learning is a complex process. Sharing your knowledge with others brings satisfaction. Knowing that others understood and appreciated your knowledge brings fulfilment and closure to all the doubts we teachers have daily: do I have enough knowledge to teach? Am I good enough to be allowed to share what I know with others? And then you go in class, you go and take teachers place and here you see a clear willingness to learn… This is a small painting I did today. I was experimenting with drawings for a while; but now I… Read More
Demeter and Persephone – Mothers and Daughters Stories
The story of Demeter and Persephone can be summarized in few words as bellow: “It’s a story about love, relationships, family bonds, grief, loss, and a renewal of hope. In ancient Greek mythology, the Demeter and Persephone story tells of the deep connection a mother shares with her daughter. It also tells the story of a young girl who comes of age and falls in love with the dark god of the underworld. It represents the fading of innocence as a young woman charts her way into maturity to forge her destiny… Read More
I miss my parents so much. It is strange how the longing rises, sometimes from nowhere; smell, color, sound or word returns memory of something, and this memory powers through you. There is no stop for it, when this happens. Iron bars on the windows and doors is centuries old tradition in my hometown Tbilisi. They are used not to secure inside, but to dress up outside of the dwellings. This window bar is designed by my farther for their small home in the heart of Tbilisi.