For the heart
Jun
30
2022
“One thread for the needle, one love for the heart.” — Sudanese love proverb
“One thread for the needle, one love for the heart.” — Sudanese love proverb
This is not the first time I meet her. In summer months, she stands every day at the entrance of Budapest’s central market (Fôvám tér). Inviting tourists and Hungarians with genuine kindness to the nearby traditional Hungarian restaurant, Pipa (Pipe).
When a lady from Kalocsa starts embroidering on an old sewing machine, magical things happen🌸
“Yes I am, I am also a Muslim, a Christian, a Buddhist, and a Jew.” – Mahatma Gandhi
A Matyók whose heritage enraptures the heart. The vivid colors of their dresses and the countless red matyo roses remind us of the folk tales of our childhood. Black symbolizes the earth, from which life and the harvest sprout, red is the color of joy, yellow the color of summer (that is, the color of the sun), and blue is the comor of sorrow and of passing.
Erzsi néni / Aunt Erzsi working on her beautiful Kalocsai tablecloth. I could have sat next to her all day watching her create this amazing piece of art. She was so radiant and so generous of spirit❤️
“The artist must create a spark before he can make a fire and before art is born, the artist must be ready to be consumed by the fire of his own creation.” – Rodin
“Love her in love, in labour, and in fight, As if she were a song at heaven’s portal… Love her with all your heart and all your might, And with her glory we shall be immortal.” – From the poem Love Ukraine by Volodymyr Sosiura (1944)
My mother was my stronghold, my everything. I was 20 when the war broke out. My brothers were 12 and 17. We all could have left the country but my father was obliged to stay. My mother wouldn’t leave his side. She packed up for me and my two brothers to save our lives and sent us to stay with friends in the Western part of Hungary. Days pass and we cannot communicate and when they finally call, I want to be with them. We fear for their lives each day.
Sisters, best friends, neighbours? Young Ukrainian women photographed some 100 years ago. Graceful costumes, beautiful jewellery, dignified people. Heritage carried on in souls.
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