My Secret Garden Part 2

IMG_0822[1]

 

How enchanting is a summer garden? Wildflowers grace us with their simplicity, annuals are planted in rustic pots sometime in early May, and the Perennials magically make their way back outside, standing tall and proud as each year they grow and spread taking ownership where they can find the space.

Twilight is my favorite time of day – it is a time where the flowers huddle together gently preparing for the light to dim and shadows to form on the ground. It is a special time and so I ensure that twinkle lights surround the flowers, providing them with just a spark of brightness to get through the night.

summer gardens are full of mystic charm, they grace us with ambience as we enjoy warm evenings outdoors sipping a crisp rose’ wine and nibbling on a baguette with roasted sweet tomatoes and tangy goat cheese. The garden creates a backdrop to a perfect setting and the flowers are the main characters in this story.

Fairies dance among the pansies and sunflowers, looking up at the bright moon they spread sprinkles of dust upon the garden ensuring it remains bountiful and vibrant.

Midsummer night’s peak with little whispering winds and the chimes create a musical concert; if you listen very carefully you can hear the fairies singing as they bless each daisy.

I have created a painted story on each of my terracotta pots. They are hand crafted with outdoor acrylic paint; they come with an Art card and short story about Midsummer dreams, moonlit skies and starry nights.

Each pot carefully created with the season in mind, as I tried to capture snow drops, sunflowers, violets and wildflowers growing in my garden…

They are meant for you to plant the seeds, watch them as they grow, and decorate your garden as summer finds us once again next year. The fairies always follow where they are needed and so you are ensured a touch of magic on those warm nights when the wind blows softly and the daisies dance.

My secret garden – holding a sense of wonder 

 If we shadows have offended,
Know but this and all is mended.
That you have but slumbered here,
While these visions did appear,
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding, but a dream.”
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Mystery, Nighttime, Energy .. Sarah always has just the right words, especially at night in my Secret garden…. enjoy the music

Until we meet again,  Katerini

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Secret Garden

IMG_E0908[1]

Autumn has always been my favorite time of year; the turning leaves, crisp fresh air, Halloween and pumpkin pie! However this year I seem to be having a difficult time letting go of Summer.  Perhaps it is because we have had many extreme humid days where staying inside seemed to be the best option, but there is change that happens at the end of August where the flowers sway just a little bit more as they prepare themselves for their finale.  The Sunflowers huddle together creating a breathtaking beauty and the Daisies dance in the soft wind, creating wildflower images far beyond our imagination.  The sun beams down just a little earlier and the vibrant colors create a portrait in an instant.     The last few weeks of Summer I worked on something new.. while the flowers still sparkle and appear to be at their highest point of beauty I created “My Secret Garden”.   Above is an Acrylic painting on Wood and I have worked on Ceramic plant pots; adding color and flowers, hoping to capture a bit of the season.  …… Next Saturday September 15, 2018 I will be in Kleinburg for the day at the Annual Binder Twine Festival, featuring “My Secret Garden” for something a little different.  I believe the SprinklesofMoondust that touch each and every Garden assist the growth of the flowers along with their transformation.  If you have some time to stroll through the town, treat yourself to Apple Strudel homemade, and different flavors of Fudge, walk along the street and meet the Artisans that work so hard creating their personal beauty for us all.. and once you get to the Starbucks you will see me.. and “My Secret Garden”.  I love wildflowers; they bring me joy, hope and as I watch them transform I see the magic that happens overnight.  It is quiet and timely .. making me believe that anything can happen and that there is hope in all our tomorrows.  Hope to see your smile on Saturday! 

At Christmas I no more desire a Rose than wish a snow in May’s New Fangled Mirth;  but like of each thing that in season Grows”.  William Shakespeare

Until we meet again,  Katerini 

Please take a moment .. beautiful song and one that clearly speaks to my heart and to all of you!

https://ca.video.search.yahoo.com/search/video?fr=mcafee&p=i+have+a+dream+song+mama+mia#id=1&vid=be00f88e7b784a411d2847a3dc2ed93b&action=click

 

 

 

 

 

Stairway to Heaven

IMG_0699[1]

IMG_0670[1] img_06781.jpg

It’s almost the end of summer and many of us are still trying to tick off our to do list hoping that we are able to squeeze every single item in… tick, tick, tick, the beach, the movies, amusement parks, picnics, bbq’s, birthdays, etc… .. it all sounds wonderful and… exhausting.  It is almost as though we need to get it all done to assure ourselves we did everything we were suppose to do to have a good summer.

I remember a time when the simple things we did during the hot months were what made it so wonderful..  We lived on a picturesque street and we were lucky enough to have a Cherry tree in the front yard.  This was no ordinary fruit tree! To my cousins and myself it was a main source of entertainment.  You heard me.. and before you go thinking that sounds very simple.. it was… not.

The Cherry tree was tall with strong branches perfect for sitting on .. what a view we had as we placed ourselves carefully on the largest branch … of course we couldn’t all go on at the same time.. just like the roller coaster at the CNE, this tree had a waiting line.  The four of us would share the tree.. of course my older cousin always got to go first , the rest of us whining for her to hurry up as we all wanted a turn before our parents called us in for supper.  My Grandmother usually came out to pick a few of these juicy fruits and she thought it was absolutely normal to see her grandchildren hanging of the tree branches.

When it was my turn to climb the tree, I was filled with excitement.  I had my mini boom box in one hand and I held on tight with the other … up there in the sky with the leaves and warm wind blowing… the music sounded so much sweeter from up above.  It was an escape and it was lovely.  At times I would bring my journal and pencil with me , pick my favorite branch .. the one highest to the top and just write away.. The summer list was simple and somehow we managed to tick off every single item without even noticing that our evening ice cream truck,  the late night walk, a day at the pool, Sundays at the beach with the rest of the cousins, aunts and uncles…the Freezies, soccer games and …. the Cherry tree were all part of what made our summer perfect.

Above is a drawing to honor our Cherry Tree and all it has represented to me and my summers on Euclid.   When I climbed up onto the branch I was flying high, daydreaming and listening to music while picking a red sweet cherry or two.  Can you guess what was on my boom box at the time?

The photo below is a moment in time , while I was growing up being an only child, I never felt alone.  I was surrounded by cousins, some who lived around the block, others who lived a bus ride away and the three that I grew up with.. they are siblings in my heart, the songs sung, the stories we shared and the love that we had as we spent our summers underneath our Cherry tree.

I wish you all an enchanting rest of Summer, and I can only hope you find your magic place …a spot that will represent your Summer memories and your heart.

Until we meet again,  Katerini

Please don’t forget to click the link, I promise you won’t be disappointed. Play it LOUD!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Endless Summer Daydream

IMG_0643[1]

Summer.  Warm temperatures, suntan lotion, beach days and travels to places unknown.  So many different doors to open, new finds to discover and memories to cherish.  How would you like to spend your summer vacation? Close to home, rummaging through the garage and finding forgotten treasures that have been missing for months, tackling organization in the basement and hosting a few festive barbeques? or are you a wanderer?   Is your ideal vacation somewhere secluded like a cottage up north, or exploring new bike paths ? and if you are a traveler where are you in your mind right this second?   Is your vacation a flight away to Europe or a sweet Southern Town?

Wherever you decide to go and how ever you wish to choose your time during the hot summer months, I hope you find the relaxation you so deserve.   When I was a teenager I would sit on my porch and daydream about spending a Summer in Greece.   In this daydream there would be a time old house near the sea with a rustic wooden blue door surrounded by potted flowers and grape vines.  My wardrobe would be simple, gypsy skirts, off the shoulder blouses and comfortable sandals for walking on the white sands.  I imagined the bouzouki musically entertaining the crowds and the aroma of charcoal grilled Souvlaki with lots of lemon sprinkled on top.  My blue wooden door was always in my day-dream. It represented a portal to an enchanted place anything was possible on the other side.  Perhaps my view from the back window would be the salted sea with the water as blue as the sky on a clear day.  I always imagined a reading nook where I could sit and read or write.. a quiet place just for me overlooking one of the most beautiful countries in the world.  The culture, food, music, tradition and of course history.. would all be waiting , welcoming and encouraging me to let go… if only for a summer…let go of the worry, the responsibility …  live and cook like the locals.

I heard many stories from my parents about a place where they grew up.  Some of those memories were painful and many were glorious.  Simplicity was the key to happiness.  Full bright moonlit nights were perfect for sleeping outdoors, Summers spent out on the porch singing songs and reciting poems… it all sounds so lovely to me.

In my daydream you will always find me… by the sea with a notebook, pen in hand, and in this story of mine there will always be a rustic blue door inviting me to walk through and begin my endless summer.. …

….This painting above is an expression of my daydream, and a wish for all of you to take some time this summer to play, laugh, splash, and walk through the door of your dreams…. Happy Summer !

Until we meet again- Katerini

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you, Merci, Efxaristo, Grazie!!

cropped-cropped-img_02631.jpg

As many ways as there are to express my gratitude for all of you who helped make The Lakeview Market a magical experience for me.  Everyone who ventured downtown, my dear friends, and neighbours who I consider family, for my family… you don’t know how special it feels to see the kids running up to my booth,  for all the people who wished me well and couldn’t be there, (I know your heart was thinking of me . ..I felt it!),  a special thanks to my husband who encourages me to take chances and never give up on my dreams, Carm- who was at my house at 8:00am with a bag full of healthy food, water and spirit, she was with me the entire day we got home after midnight and yet… I felt her belief in my creativity… .  I want to say thank you to my Mom.. she is my inspiration.  She paints, draws, writes poetry and stories.  She holds my hand at every turn of my life and although she couldn’t be there last weekend, I felt her love and it gave me the last bit of confidence I need.    Preparing for a show takes months I was already sketching out plans, booth ideas, invitations, Artist statements, promotional material, frames, lighting, packaging.. it takes time to plan and in one weekend, I learned so much about the little things. … what I know for sure – I am truly blessed having all of you in my life.. every single person brings something a little different and your love fuels my inspiration … which then comes out in a drawing.. So thank you so much for being in my life!

Until we meet again, Katerini

Since this is a blog entry, I always end with a song and this one is from my forever favorite Artist- click the link

https://ca.video.search.yahoo.com/yhs/search?fr=yhs-rogers-rogers_001&hsimp=yhs-rogers_001&hspart=rogers&p=ice+cream+sarah+mclachlan#id=1&vid=696fd2c15671f3e6096c89cfacf36f38&action=click

 

 

 

Lakeview Market July 7& 8 – Sprinklesofmoondust

 img_0601-1

 

Lake view outdoor market Art Festival – 235 Queens Quay West

July 7 from 12pm – 11pm

July 8 from 12pm – 7pm

 

The Lakeview market has become a Summer tradition in Toronto with Old World crafts, Local Artisans, Diverse food that will entice your taste buds, and melodic live music playing the background to create a wanderlust feeling even if you live in the city , coming down to the market will make you feel like a traveller for a day.

 

I am fortunate to be one of the Artisans participating in this year’s market and the Festival of the weekend is “Barbados on the water”, the beats will continue throughout the weekend and I urge you to try the Roasted corn, it is the sweetest corn I have ever tasted…. Buttery or plain you will not be disappointed.

I have been working on some new pieces of Art this year as part of my “Seasons in the City” project and would love to show my creations as they glow in the Sun’s light reflecting off our Lake.

 

Visiting the Lakeview market is all about pleasure, shopping, tasting and sipping on a cool drink or an evening stroll as the sun goes down and the sailboats turn on their twinkle lights crafting another magical scene. Either time convenient for you plan for it and make a day or night out on the waterfront … it’s leisure, family time or just a chance to come spend some time with me ..

 

I hope to see you there! I have a corner booth this year and am very excited to be a part of this Summers Event.

Cell phone – 416 854 1308

Katerini

 

 

A Tale as old as time- A love story

IMG_0441[1]

I took a break from the Seasons series this week to finish a painting I started earlier in the year for a childhood friends mom who was celebrating her 71 birthday this week.  A tale as old as time is a gift from us to her .. I say us because Sergio helped me complete the painting adding some details that made it just right. 

Today was a difficult day for me, spent caring for my elderly mom who wasn’t feeling well and so it made my dedication even more important for the reason that if your lucky to have a loving relationship with your parents.. and one of them passes away.. you don’t really understand how this affects the family .. you can try and sympathize, you can say u are sorry.. you can even try and imagine the feeling, but I can assure it changes everything.. and so after sitting by my moms side praying she will be ok.. I think its most appropriate to send off a story about .. “a mom” and her story… I hope I honored her and captured her tale in this painting and story below:.. Here we go!

In a small town in Calabria, Italy the early traditions are still followed to this very day. Freshly baked bread on a Sunday morning being prepared for the weekly family gathering, church bells jingling to a sweet melody alerting everyone it is time for the service and a sense of peace that is found as the entrance to S. Antonio welcomes all who chose to worship.

It is here in Fabrizia that Bruno Aloe and Carmela Monteleone along with their children Antonio, Vincenzo, Maria, Giuseppe and Pompeo celebrated with food, drink, festivals, serenading music; appreciating the simplicity of this magical rural town and it was this very place where Maria learned to become such a delectable cook. Today we find our Gnocchi at the grocery door and our pizza is easily ordered on the phone, but not at her table. Maria has learned the art of cooking from the finest teachers and continues to make her own fresh pasta and stuffed cabbage that she serves at the family table today.

Fabrizia is where her story began; a place where dreams are dreamed, wishes are made ..a place where love was found. S. Antonio remains the foundation of the town, as the time worn church stands tall. Not only a house of God, but somewhere to find comfort where families like Bruno and Carmela brought there children on Sundays.

At this very church, Peter would of waited for his young bride to arrive as I was drawing the church I could almost hear the bell chimes ringing, I imagine Maria and Peter on the steps of this divine church smiling at each other …together they went off on a big adventure … a new place they would call home.

I wanted to capture the emotion, the antiquity and charm of Fabrizia in this painting as I want to honour this woman who to Sergio and I has always offered her heart and her love.

As a young girl, Maria and Peter opened their home to me, I shared in family holidays, Sunday dinners, celebrations and warm summer evenings on the porch .. Oh and don’t forget the wine! In some way I would like to think I am part of this story, this tale about family, history, hard work, courage and well there was the ice cream!   Banana and chocolate ice cream was carefully placed in the upstairs freezer where every once in a while… she would call us for a sweet treat.. To a young girl who was only a visitor, it seemed like such a wonderful offering .. one that added to my memories.

Maria you welcomed me at your long family table – and the memory I will always cherish is having the honor of sitting next to you and Peter at dinner and feeling like I belonged… of course that could of very well been the homemade wine !

Along the streets of Fabrizia the story began with a young girl named Maria, a wish … and the courage to live out her dreams..

Chi si volta e che si gira… Sempre a casa va Finire..

Translation : No matter where you go or turn you will always end up home.

Grazie

Until we meet again, Katerini

The story won’t be complete without the song: Please click the link