I always feel a bit sad when I walk past
old fences that are broken, collapsed and re-painted repeatedly and weathered
pale by sun, rain and time. I feel compelled to capture and preserve their
dilapidated state and can’t stop photographing them.
Old fences remind me of old, adorable grandmas,
who have been forgotten, or as my (not forgotten) grandma would say, ‘forgotten
even by the death’. I don’t want they were forgotten by people – that’s why I photograph
Have a look at my old fence textures
and tell me – are they as beautiful as I think they are?
While others struggle with shoveling snow, here in Tbilisi we have almost forgotten what snow looks like. Instead of a ‘White Christmas’ we had a ‘Bright Christmas’. You don’t always get what you want or expect!
Nature appears to be completely confused. The trees and vines think it’s still Autumn and don’t want to let go of leaves and fruits, whilst some plants think it’s already spring and time to bloom.
Confused nature photos in my gallery 🙂
If nature was human shaped it would look like him😉😃
This is my favorite time of the year. Do you know why? Because I can clearly imagine how wonderful it will be to meet you so soon. This expectation gives me strength to keep going and not lose my joy for life. I am so thankful I can see you every year. I look forward to the day we meet again. I know it will be extra special.
I can’t wait for the moment when I feel your warmth as the world around me dances with butterflies. You mean everything to me, especially now when I’m so sad and frozen.
I know we will meet in ten days and I’m so full of expectations! I wish you were already here.
Dear Spring! Come soon and kick out this nasty, windy, frozen February! 😕🙃😄
I found some early signs of spring yesterday, very, very tiny signs 💛
Ivy is my absolute favorite plant. I can spend hours and hours photographing it – climbing up buildings and walls, through tree canopies, on the ground. I love it in every season of the year, in every way and condition – when it is green, red or even completely dried out.
Every single ivy plant is a finished
piece of art for me.
These natural fractals are beautiful
all year round – their green color brings concrete jungles to life and gives me
energy and joy.
It is my dream one day to have a big house completely covered by ivy and even more – to be surrounded by a lush garden of ivy!
Do I really need that big house if
take into account the significant disadvantages, such as HIGH maintenance and never
ending cleaning? Not really, though a big house would have large walls that could
be covered with MORE ivy. Would it be too much? Would it quench my passion for
exploring the city to take millions of photos of ivy-covered walls? Or would I
get really bored of it? I don’t know. Right now, there can never be enough ivy for
For this post, I collected photos of ivy growing on colorful walls. Have a look and let me know what you think.
Please grab a cup of coffee, and let’s get
to know each other better!
Although I created this website as a journal of my art journey and artsy lifestyle generally, I need to say couple of words about my family members in case they invade to my blog pages and occupy some part of it. Or at least actively participate in the stories, I’ll post here as I wouldn’t be able to restart my career if not their support.
CAST OF CHARACTERS:
The head of the family – Monkey aka Minkey
(a shortened version of Mini Monkey) who is actually a cat and not a monkey. We
rescued her from the street five years ago. She was dirty, hungry, and thirsty and
had a broken leg. We cleaned her up, fed her and fixed her leg and she has been
with us ever since. She currently serves as the boss of the household and like
all cats is a self-proclaimed princess. She was definitely put on earth to rule!
Minkey is the busiest member of our family.
Her responsibilities include the supervision of my artistic work. As an art
curator, she closely monitors my progress and ensures that everything is done
according to her exquisite taste.
Caucasian Shepherd dog Moses – a pretty girl,
not a boy as might be expected by her name. When she was born, her behavior
reminded me of the silly seal Moses from Vi på Saltkråkan by Astrid Lindgren,
so I named her Moses.
Moses is a large dog and scary looking but she
is a sweet and most loving creature who still thinks she is a puppy who can
still jump on your lap. She doesn’t mind that she is five years old already and
weighs nearly 70 kilos. Her job description is not too long. She is just
responsible for being lovely and cuddly for family members and scary for
My teenage son lives in his own self-proclaimed kingdom in a part of our house where moms, pets and cameras are not allowed. He has grown up quicker than I could ever have imagined was possible and I require special permission to take a photo of him. Well… this time I didn’t get that permission 😃
And at last my wonderful, very supportive life partner Mike Bear, who persistently supports one of my hobbies – cooking. He probably is only Englishman in Georgia who has actually tasted every single Georgian dish. His current size of waist is directly proportional reflection of this support.
That’s it for now. Thanks for getting to
know our family!