My latest doll Marianne should be named Patience after she had to put up with how slow
I was working on her.
I must admit my dolls have always been willing to cooperate with me and somehow tell who
they want to become. But first I must find in them something that expresses them and helps determine their little personalities. When it is unveiled the dolls start telling their stories.
Marianne was no exception. I knew, from the start, she was going to be really special,
so I was glad we would spend more time together than usual and enjoyed it
as I created her.
Soon I could carry out all I planned out in my head .
I like sewing little clothing. I like creating the dolls' faces.
Since it stopped raining and the weather was getting fine, we decided to go on a trip.
From Międzyzdroje to Kamień Pomorski. After fifteen minutes' drive we turn into a local road with old high trees growing along the road on both sides.
What a lovely old avenue!
Watch out! I say to myself. It is very narrow... and these trees.
On the right there appeared a flowering rape field.
What is it? Marianne asks.
|"Rape field." - I say.|
(On the way from Wolin to Kamień Pomorski in Western Pomerania, Poland.)
We stopped for a moment and had a walk in the greenish-yellow bush.
Only after we returned to the car did we realise that the rape was wet from a recent rain.
Our clothes! They were caked with wet yellow pollen...