Creating a Happy, Colorful, Handmade Home & life on the shores of lake superior

September 25, 2015

Creating and Grieving

There's something I've been wanting to chat about.  See that bronze sculpture to the right of the fireplace?


Here's a better look:


It's a sculpture that my grandfather made, in his early days of making art.  He experimented and practiced and sometimes things turned out a little wonky, but eventually he honed his skills and for a time he even owned his own art gallery in Toronto.  I have three other pieces of his work: a small bird on a branch, the striking centaur, and a tumbling gymnast (plus the headboard he made us).

I've been looking at this sculpture a lot, thinking about how much my grandfather practiced his craft.

As a kid, I was so prolific - much to my Mom's chagrin.  I churned out drawing after drawing, doodling on anything and everything, including important paperwork.  She had to deal with stacks and stacks of messy drawings and wibbly wobbly clay pots.  I just loved art and was convinced I'd be a photographer, painter, or interior designer (much to my Dad's chagrin), but somehow I've lost some of that joy.  I sometimes find myself overwhelmed - instead of inspired - by the sheer volume of (sometimes kind of disposable) crafts and DIYs that are shared online.  Lately I've channeled much of my creativity into "practical" projects, like a pot holder, catnip toy, painted planters and home renovations - money saving projects I can use and feel good about.  For some reason, I've felt the need to justify the time and expense of making things but this preoccupation has really done me a disservice.   

I could really benefit from some time spent making things just for the sake of making things.  I have to admit that the traumatic passing of a relative this spring has been difficult to process and my family is still reeling from the shock.  I, myself, have good days and bad days, but I've tried my best power through the bad days and downplay the stress, anxiety, and grief I'm feeling.  I spent the first half of September in Toronto, helping to tie up some lose ends, and that re-awakened all kinds of feelings.  I left feeling immensely guilty and sad and agitated.  Creating things is said to help alleviate stress and anxiety, and is especially recommended to help with the grieving process.  So why has a craft and DIY enthusiast like me not jumped at the chance to create things as part of the healing process?

Hopefully this gal will encourage me to recapture some of my childhood zeal for arts and crafts!  To make stuff, just because; to try some of the 1000+ projects I've pinned...  I'm thinking that a pottery class might be just what the Dr. (that would be me) ordered...

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January 6, 2015

Hungarian Embroidery 101 - History

Looking back over my favorite projects from 2014, it's evident that I didn't do much crafting last year.  We were preoccupied with the move, unpacking, and settling in, and by the time things mellowed a bit, I had lost my crafting momentum.  I'm getting back on the horse, starting with a terrifically ambitious project: a densely embroidered bolster pillow, in different shades of teal, green, and turquoise (for the bedroom).  It's going to be way more intense than my turquoise embroidery project.


I promised an embroidery tutorial after I completed that pillow, but I didn't pick up my hoop again until now.  A few people even repeatedly asked me for a tutorial.  I'm so sorry!  Truthfully, I barely have a handle on embroidery, so I felt ill-equipped to provide any sort of tutelage.  I intended to practice a bit first.  For this second project, I decided to just chronicle it with a little series, charting the process and sharing what I know (and what I learn) as I progress.  If I wait and practice a bit before blogging about it, we'll all be 100 before an embroidery tutorial materializes.  Before I get into the nitty-gritty (designing/picking a pattern, transferring the design, choosing materials, "mastering" different stitches, and, hopefully, successfully completing another embroidery project), I wanted to share a bit about the history of Hungarian embroidery, because my first and current project are both modern adaptations.    


The history of Hungarian embroidery - like that of many other countries - stretches back thousands of years.  As early as the 11th century there were schools for weaving and embroidery in Hungary.  Historically, weaving/embroidery was gendered: men dominated the profession, but women created impressive textiles for the home.  Later, women created embroideries for sale to supplement the family's income.  Today, although the practice of the art is declining, Hungarian embroideries, and the traditional motifs they showcase, remain an important expression of culture and you can find embroidered items in every tourist gift shop - and probably every home - in the country.  Interestingly, Hungary boasts more than twenty different folkloric regions, each with their own motifs, which can vary widely.  The picture below showcases some of the more well-known motifs:

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My grandmother's family, for example, is from the Kalocsa region and I can usually identify Kalocsa designs.  Don't be impressed, because Kalocsa embroidery is very popular and often confused with being representative of the country in its entirety, so the odds are in my favor!  Some say that Kalocsa has the richest folk art (you didn't hear that from me).    

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Although it's known today for its bright and cheery colours, I recently learned that traditional Kalocsa embroidery was all white, like the beautiful embroidery my grandmother's cousin made for Hubby and I as a wedding gift (I had it professionally framed, and now it hangs in our hallway):


After the introduction of color-fast embroidery thread (mid-19th century, I read), colourful embroidery gained popularity in the region.  Certain colours were/are always used together, and many held meaning.  As a woman aged, the colour palette of embroidery she donned became more subdued, with certain colours - like purple - representing mourning.  The folk clothing was imbued with a great deal of meaning, this is just one example.

The motifs of the region, although varied, are recognizable once you start to compare different folk art within Hungary.  In Kalocsa designs, you'll spot various flowers, berries, plus wheat sheaf and parika themes.  These motifs have long been utilized: they decorate the well-known Kalocsa Porcelain, and long before wall stenciling was Pinterest-worthy, Hungarian women in Kalocsa painted intricate designs onto their walls (the photo below is from the 1930s; you can see more photos from the 1950s here):

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Don't tell my family, but I'm also partial to Matyo embroidery, which typically boasts more densely embroidered designs, often on a black background.  I just love the shape of the flowers and how luxe these richly embroidered textiles look (shhhh).  

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Across the country, you'll find Hungarian embroidery on everything, from clothing to tablecloths to decorative pillows to bed linens and more.  Some of these beautifully embroidered items were historically made for a young girl's dowry, which would consist of hundreds of items and were a source of pride.  These items - plus the marital bed and other furniture - would even be paraded through town for the post-wedding "bed dance," and wedding guests would judge the goods.  The nuptial bed consisted of two or three coverlets and nine pillows - I use this history to justify my throw pillow obsession to Hubby (I'm one pillow short).

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Few Hungarians don full, embroidered folk costumes today (although you could see it in some smaller villages - I have! - and, of course, all over the country during cultural celebrations), but the designs are still relevant.

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Some brides wear beautiful gowns with traditional embroidery.

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I even spotted cupcakes adorned with striking (yummy) Kalocsa flowers (created by Olison's cupcakes):

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When I was in Budapest during Design Week, I noticed that many contemporary artisans and designers re-interpret folk designs with a modern spin. 

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This vest is for sale on Etsy, but I actually own the exact same one!
I've always been fascinated by Hungarian history, particularly the folk art.  What I knew previously were just tidbits I learned at the kitchen table, but then I learned a bit more when I lived in Budapest for a semester.  In searching for a design for my newest project (photos soon!), I unearthed a little bit more history and lots of inspiration, which I wanted to share - but I still know so little.  I've stolen borrowed my Mom's book, Treasures of Kalocsa, which I've been pouring over, so upcoming posts will discuss the art of pattern making, how to transfer designs, and how to do the stitches.

I'm excited.  But I have to admit that I approach my renewed interest in embroidery with a slightly heavy heart.  I don't want to be too much of a Gloomy Gus, but my grandmother's cousin - the one who made us the beautiful white embroidery I showed above - passed away recently.  I had the pleasure of visiting her each of the three times I traveled to Hungary.  I think she was pleased to see me learning to embroider when I was in Hungary last, but I'm not sure because she was tough to read.  After returning to Canada and completing my project I kept meaning to print some photos of the finished piece and mail them to her, but I never did.  I have no excuse.  She was very dear to my grandmother, and of course to her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren!  I feel for them, because she was a dynamic, strong, and thoughtful woman and I am certain that she is missed deeply.  Even though I barely knew her, when I think about her passing, my chest tightens and I feel waves of guilt wash over me.  My thoughts have turned to her many times, especially now.  I'm thankful that I had the chance to tell her in person how much I treasured her gift, and how she inspired me.  I'm grateful that I even had the chance to meet her!  She was such an interesting woman, and so kind to me.  I don't normally have regrets, but I regret not taking the two minutes to send her a little note and some photos.

Sources:
Hungarian Folklore Museum - Hungarian Embroidery
Kalocsa Embroidery
Folk Costume and Embroidery 
Hungarian Folk
Folk Fashion
Kalocsa Official Website 
Folk Art Hungary 
Smithsonian Folk Life Festival
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October 23, 2012

A Life Changing Day

I haven't ever mentioned this, but my grandfather (the one who made our amazing headboard and metal sculptures) was a political prisoner in socialist Hungary.  He was sentenced to life, but released in 1956 after six years, months before the 1956 revolution broke out (click here to read more about the revolution).   My grandmother and grandfather fled to Sweden as refugees because former political prisoners were among those questioned (and severely reprimanded) for real or presumed involvement in the revolution that sought to end Soviet rule of Hungary.  My grandfather only narrowly escaped.  My grandparents married in Sweden, where my Mom was born.  In the 1960s they emigrated to Canada and had to start over again: learning a new language, finding new work, building a new life.  Although my grandmother's two sisters and then later her parents also made new lives in Canada, my grandfather's family did not.  He never had the chance to see his father again, because the socialist authorities denied his father's requests to visit Canada, and my grandfather was unable to return to Hungary before his father's death because he had left illegally.

I feel very privileged to be Canadian, and am always mindful of what my grandparents gave up and how difficult life was for them.

Today marks the anniversary of the 1956 revolution and is a holiday in Hungary.  In honor of this day, that not only forever impacted the lives of Hungarians but also set in motion a chain of events that saw my grandparents living in Canada, I'd like to share some photos of beautiful Budapest.  So far, I've only shared a bit of me at the library and photos of Budapest Design Week (here, here, and here).  Now you have a chance to get a glimpse of life in the city. 

On the way home - (Rákoczi Street)
My favorite bridge - (Szabadság híd or Liberty Bridge)
Faces - (Peterfy Street)
Trabby - (The East German recycled car)
Ticket cashier - (A theatre in our neighbourhood)
Pink bicycle - (Outside WAMP)
Play on words - (A bar beside a denture clinic)
Signs - (Denture clinic)
The view from up here - (A church by our house seen from our window)
Országház - (Parliament)
Mátyás Templom - (Matthias Church)
Mátyás Templom Detail - (Matthias Church)
Take flight - (Buda Castle district)
Window Shopping
Pink Lilies - (Margit Sziget or Margaret Island)
Girl and Streetcar I
Girl and Streetcar II
On the 47 - (In front of Hotel Gellért)
Vroom - (Margit Sziget)
Untitled - (Buda Castle district)

Imports - (Kiraly Street)
Fashion Shoot - (Sculpture in Városliget, or city park)
No Parking
A Perfect Day - (Margit Sziget)
Hot pink - (Margit Sziget)
Musical fountain - (Margit Sziget)
Hat Shop
Petőfi - (Sándor Petőfi wrote the poem I stenciled onto a mirror)
Getting around
Aqua and orange - (A shop by our house)
Candy Coloured
Street Signs
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