Evening trees

Evening trees, photo Tamara Jare

Lemon vase

Small lemon vase, photo Tamara Jare

Small lemon shaped vase with lemon glaze imitating lemon skin,

Japan, Meiji era, 1868 – 1912

Collection of Dr. Otto Fettick, Ferenc Hopp Museum of Asiatic Arts, Budapest

Spring in Arboretum

Spring in Arboretum Volcji Potok. Photo Tamara Jare

Glass house

Glass house in Arboretum Volcji Potok, photo Tamara Jare

Snowdrops bouquets

Snowdrops at the local market, spring is coming !!!

Umbrella pines and Temple of Jupiter, Ostia antica

Temple of Jupiter, Ostia Antica, Italy, photography Tamara Jare

Lettuce soap, anyone ?

Lettuce fragrance soap found in Milan, Italy. Photo: Tamara Jare

There are always flowers for those who want to see them.Henri Matisse

photography: Tamara Jare

I bought this little broken porcelain plate at the flea market some time ago. It was not an act of conquering a treasure, it was more a feeling that this small piece has to be saved and protected. I still keep it. For  each time I look at it I ask myself, is it so dear to me because of pretty hand painted flowers , or for the fact that someone glued it together so carefully to overcome destiny. But in fact it reminds me, each time again, that it is worth it. It is worth to plant a flower,  it is worth to make a bouquet, it is worth to paint a plate, it is worth to glue broken pieces together. Because you newer know when someone would come by and say: look at these pretty flowers, they are worth it!

P.s.: to see flowers in my painting, please visit my site 🙂

Flower Shop in Bologna

photo: Tamara Jare

When traveling I always try to find flower shops and flower stands to take a photo. It is wonderful to see how people from different countries put flowers on display, the places where you can buy flowers, what do the bouquets look like, how much do they cost? In Oslo a bunch of us,colleagues bought together a tulip bouquet for our friend that invited us home,it was so expensive. In Napoli I remember a young boy proudly delivering a huge bouquet from the flower shop somewhere in the neighborhood, he was happy just holding it. In Trieste you can find cyclamen in each flower shop and Salzburg has wonderful flower stalls at its Grunmarkt. Wandering Milan at night a gypsy boy would came by to sell you some roses, red as love. In Valencia I saw the most colorful bouquets .But wherever it is , it is always the same, flowers bring joy, sometimes looks like even the seller himself is happy offering such an abundance of colors. And I always try to capture at least a bit of this joy to bring home with me and it was just the same with this flower shop in Bologna,  pictured above. Wouldn’t you be happy to have one of those bouquets, at least in the photo?

Roses from my writing table

Roses from my writing table, photo : Tamara Jare