|Cyclamens and Swords Publishing|
|Publishing fine poetry, prose and Art|
I have done collages for gifts and cards for a while, but recently when in California, visiting the children, I bought a few packages of hand made paper and began a new way of making poetry. It is still new and exciting, and frustrating sometimes; like a blessing, it appears without me knowing how.
The first work exhibited below, I call “Father's Home, Grandmother’s Spirit”. When I was a little girl, father told me bedtime stories about his youth in Poland. From the age of 5, I wanted to go to my father's home. But he said no one lived there anymore. Where did everyone go?
When I grew up, I went to visit father's house many times. The
people on the block knew me. Even the mayor once accompanied me but no one ever let me inside.