From the back cover: "A story of lost dignity, abandoned mythology and the surprises that pregnancy throws at you with the strength of a wrecking ball at 150 mph..." Satirical, self-deprecating week by week account of pregnancy, written by a mother to her daughter. Funny, full of comic illustrations, references to well known pieces of art and self- irony commentary account of pregnancy journey, as far from the myth of a blessed state as possible. Brilliant gift for all expecting mums and dads to be.
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a great review on a fantastic blog- Content Catnip- all the way in New Zealand
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Love love love! Funny, witty and if You, like me, take life with a pinch of salt, You’ll love this book! Perfect for a baby shower gift or new Mama! I was given this book whilst pregnant with my first baby and it made me laugh, I could relate to a lot of the situations described in there.
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This is not a diary for you to fill in, or record your pains, this is a diary that will let you lough out loud while in communion (or not) with your pain and whatever your pain - if you are pregnant or just bloated, tripped down the stairs or are homesick. A unique and hilarious account of a mother's journey to meet her long-awaited and precious daughter. Filled with great insights, wicked humour (with graphics to match) and great cultural references. Great gift for new parents or just for yourself - you will reach for it again and again when life brings you down and you will get to the other side with a huge grin :) :)
A fully illustrated collection of thoughts and , as the title suggests - unsolicited advice. For those very young, those coming of age as well as those who have lived through enough to appreciate the honesty of a mother writing to her children.
This is a book that helps you to find your inner peace- with yourself, the world, those who are around us. How to try to survive this thing called life and to be a decent person, even if that at times may be unpopular.
Each illustration narrates the writing and allows you to immerse yourself in the oneiric vision and ponder.
It is a collection of thoughts/ reflections- advice written by a mother for her daughters. It is full of mesmerising illustrations that are paired with the text. It is a bilingual position written in English and Polish.
A4 art print of original illustration made for a book that is soon to be published and available on etsy. Printed on high quality fine art paper. Cut to exactly A4 size . Comes without a mount or frame. Here displayed in A3 frame and A4 mount. Free delivery worldwide
Sometimes the journey together comes to
an end. Have courage to say goodbye at the
right moment. Remember - to love often
means to let go
A4 print of original watercolour on special, high quality fine art paper. Sold as A4 size, without a frame or mounting.
Here displayed in A3 frame and A4 mount.
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A4 size print on a high quality fine art paper. Comes without a mount or a frame. Here displayed in A3 frame and A4 mount.
Emotions are like the sea. From time to time
a storm will come. Don’t fight your inner self.
Get to know it and you will navigate your
own ocean like the most seasoned captain
A4 print on the high quality fine art, textured paper. Comes without a frame or mount.
Here displayed in A3 frame and A4 mount.
A4 print on a high quality textured fine art paper. Sold without a frame or mount.
Here displayed in A3 frame and A4 mount.
A4 print on. high quality fine art textured paper. Comes as A4 print only without a mount or frame.
Here displayed in a A3 frame and A4 mount.
I get often drawn by series that somehow appear in my head. I am unable to function until I get them out of my system and transfer them onto paper. Perhaps it is my warped bipolar brain that compels me to operate like that.
Master Twardowski was a Polish nobleman, alchemist and wizard living in the city of Kraków in 16th century, when Kraków was the capital of the Polish Kingdom.
Mr Twardowski was initially an aspiring alchemist seeking for formulas that would make his name remembered. He made a pact with a devil in order to gain wealth and fame, and to possess the wisdom about magic. He was sure that he could outsmart the devil, and included a special clause in their contract. It stated that the devil could take Twardowski’s soul as a payment only when the alchemist will visit Rome – place to which Twardowski never intended to go.
Thanks to the pact he quickly raised in fame and wealth, and was appointed as a courtier to the king Sigismund II Augustus. He felt so powerful and confident with his plan, that he started playing small tricks on the devil. For example, he used one of the clauses from the contract stating that the devil has to follow Twardowski’s certain orders, and forced the devil to bathe in holy water – on an excuse of treating it as a scientific experiment.
Long years of evading his fate (keeping away from Rome) together with offending the devil naturally put his life into a great danger. One day it was him who got tricked.
The devil requested a meeting in a certain tavern near Kraków, and upon arriving Twardowski felt something strange as if his powers were being overtaken. Devil laughed – the tavern was called ‘Rome’!
Twardowski tried to escape but since the clause of the contract was fulfilled, the devil started growing stronger than him. The Master eventually managed to summon a magical rooster with his remaining powers, and flew off riding on its back to the Moon, where he lives safely up until today.
Janusz left Łęczyca his boat rowing up the river Bzura. Bzura eventually joined another River called Stara Struga, (today it is called Łόdka) which was mostly shallow. It became so muddy that Janusz was no longer able to row or remain in the boat. Tired he decided to stay over for the night. It started raining heavily – exhausted Janusz upturned his boat and using big wooden logs he made a shelter for himself. As he dreamt he heard the Forest talking to him: “Stay here, we will be happy together. You will be safe, with plenty of food, building materials and honey.”
When Janusz woke up the sun shone, he looked around the peaceful area- he liked what he saw. He decided to listen to the Forest. He eventually started his family and his descendants named the place Łόdź (boat) that to this day is the emblem of the city.
There was an old an sailor who lived it he windmill and was known to have powers restoring youth to sailors who were returning from the sea. When the old man died the windmill stopped.
A long time ago, the city of Torun got invaded with frogs after the summer floods. The frogs were having a great time strolling the streets, inviting themselves to people’s houses and even trying to get into business with people at the town hall. Oh, that was too far and too much. “Where is the mayor? And what is he doing about this?” You could hear the same question in the streets. “Maybe we need to select a new mayor” added others. “We’re losing our businesses. The traders don’t want to come here to be dealing with frogs” shouted others.
The mayor announced a fight against the frogs. “And how are we going to fight with them” people whispered among themselves, some laughed. The situation was not changing. The frogs continued to be the masters of the moment. The mayor thought long and hard how to solve this problem and announced “To all young fellows, if you find a way to remove the frogs from the city you will receive a large amount of money and a hand in marriage of my daughter.” Oh, yes. There were many young fellows, who where in love with the beautiful girl and tried their luck. But at the end the frogs continued to rule the city.
However, there was one young fellow, whose heart was also beating for the young girl. He was a raftsman as other people, who worked with transporting goods on a river. But what made him special was playing the fiddle. He went to the town’s center and started playing his instrument. The melodies that came out of it enchanted not only the people, but also the frogs. The frogs flocked to the town’s center. Then the young raftsman walked slowly out of the city through the city gates to the nearest swamps. The frogs not wanting to miss a tune followed the music. And out of the city the frogs were trotting.
The raftsman was warmly welcomed back to the city. Maybe not so warmly by the mayor, who now had to keep his promise of marriage of his daughter to a poor raftsman. But the city paid the promised money to the young fellow, who wasn’t so poor any longer. A wedding followed soon after for seven days and seven nights. The mayor had a change of heart and got to like his son-in-law. The young couple lived happily in Torun for a long time.
Once upon a time, in the deep waters of Baltic Sea stood the most spectacular castle made of amber ruled by the Queen Jurata.
One day, the tiniest snail heard from a big fish that a young fisherman was throwing fishnets into the water. The Queen upon seeing a young fisherman fell in love with him.
They would meet at the shore each night. Sitting on a boat for long hours, each night they watched the sunset and listened to the sea waves brushing against the sand.
Their happiness didn’t last long. Jurata’s father, the god of thunder, was very unhappy with her being with a human being. After one night, soon after Jurata left the boat and closed the door of her castle. Her father, Perkun, sent a thunder of thunders. The beautiful amber castle broke into thousands of pieces, covering the Queen with a pile of amber, never to be seen again. At the same time, the thunder sent the boat crashing hard against the rocks and the young man descending down to the bottom of the Baltic Sea, never to be seen again.
As a result, every time a storm ravages the Baltic waters, the thundering waves throw the pieces of amber on the seashore until today.
Wanda lived in 8th century Poland and was the daughter of Krakus, legendary founder of Kraków. After his death Wanda became the ruler of the country. She ruled wisely and justly over the people who looked upon her with the greatest of love and respect.
Her name spread far and wide, and even a German prince, named Rytigier, heard of her beauty, her valor and, what was even more attractive to him, he heard that the lands of Poland were fruitful and rich. He sent messengers with a letter to Wanda. The messengers were received at Wanda’s court with courtesy and hospitality, as was always the custom in Poland. They presented Wanda the prince’s letter, all the while surveying their surroundings with greedy eyes.
Wanda read the letter and turned deathly pale. The contents were clear enough; Rytigier asked her for her hand in marriage, stipulating that as her dowry she should bring him the lands of Poland, and threatening war in the event of a refusal. Rytigier had a very powerful army, famed all over Europe as the strongest and best equipped of any prince. Wanda’s army had lost many in recent wars. If she accepted Rytigier’s proposal of marriage she would not subject her country to German rule. To wage war might be fatal with the armies so ill-matched. Defeat at the hands of the Germans would certainly bring terrible vengeance. But, in a firm voice, Wanda made her answer. She refused to surrender herself and her country to the Germans. She had made her decision. Wanda would sacrifice her life for Poland.
She retired to her room and prayed to the gods that they would grant Poland freedom from the Germans in return for her sacrificing her life. Her prayer was granted, and Wanda threw herself into the Vistula. When her body was recovered, she was buried with all honors. Tradition has it that she is buried in the large Wanda Mound next to her father.
A long time ago, there were many respected bakers in Torun. They baked gingerbread according to their original recipes, which they kept secret; adding some spices and aromas, creating unique signature. By tasting gingerbread, you could tell from which bakery it was.
The baker hired a young apprentice, named Bartek. He boy was hard-working, always with a smile on his face and warmly welcomed everyone.
Bartek liked going to the nearest meadow in his spare time. One day while sitting by a small lake, he heard a weak voice, “Please, help me.” He looked around and noticed a drowning bee. He reached for a leaf from the tree just above him and rescued the poor creature. “Thank you,” said the bee with fluttering wings shaking off the water.
He was about to return to the city when a queen bee sat on his shoulder. “You helped my bee sister and I’d like to return the good deed,” she said. “I’ll tell you a secret of how to make a sweet gingerbread. When making dough, add some honey to it.”
Bartek wasn’t sure if it was a dream, that simple and that quick.
The Town Major announced the The King’s visit. Dashing to the bakery, Bartek gathered all the ingredients. Remembering the queen bee’s advise, he looked for some honey. He prepared the dough and added the sweet honey mixing all the time. The morning came and the bakers decorated the tables with the nicest table cloths displaying their baking talents. The King passed from table to table tasting all and not skipping any to judge fairly.
He stopped at Bartek’s table the longest. He tasted one piece and immediately knew this was one of the most delicious things he has even eaten.
The King rewarded Bartek who began baking for the palace and other cities.” The one, who expected it least, received the rights to bake beyond the walls of Torun.
Duke Popiel) was a legendary 9th century ruler of the West Slavic tribe of Goplans and Polans .
As the legend goes, Prince Popiel was a cruel and corrupt ruler who cared only for wine, women, and song. He was greatly influenced by his wife, a beautiful but power-hungry German princess. Because of Popiel's misrule and his failure to defend the land his twelve uncles conspired to depose him; however, at his wife's instigation, he had them all poisoned during a feast. Instead of cremating their bodies as was the custom, he had the corpses cast into Lake Gopło.
When the commoners saw what Popiel and his wife had done, they rebelled. The couple took refuge in a tower near the lake. As the story goes, a throng of mice and rats (which had been feeding on the unburnt bodies of Popiel's uncles) rushed into the tower, chewed through the walls, and devoured Popiel and his wife alive.
On the shore of Lake Gopło stands a medieval tower, nicknamed the Mouse Tower.
Here you can see fruits of my unhinged mind. Some of these have been brought to live without any external factors, and some have been commissioned.
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