Showing posts with label wind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wind. Show all posts

Wednesday, 10 December 2014

LITTLE SECRETS

Wild Peonies -print.


A stormy wind is singing its songs outside. The last nights the Moon shone so beautifully with dark silhouettes of tall fir trees under her. Wishing that some snow would soon arrive.

Inside in candlelight it feels cozy to write postcards and pack orders with a cup of tea listening to the wind. On the table branches of fir tree and a long list of things undone. Secret moments.

A few days left to get orders from my small online shop delivered on time for the Holidays. (On the right of this site, under Blog Archive you can also find some direct links to my illustrated books and stationary.)

Happy secret times!


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EDIT: Here you can find all the other items available:

Dandelion Fields stationary collection for Chronicle Books:
USA: Chronicle Books
EU: Book Depository

Jacadi Children Clothes

Books:
L'ours et le soleil
Casa di fiaba

Garden of A Moongazer -print

Winter Berries greeting card
Skiing greeting card
Other greeting cards for Red Cap Cards


Hopefully you enjoy them 

Sunday, 9 September 2012

AUTUMN FOREST WALKS





From dark to light green. All the different colours and their different levels in autumn forests now. Purple, yellow, red, orange are also appearing every day stronger. Wind rattles the leaves in a different melody. Plays them like different instruments. 

Lingonberries so sweet and carpets of moss so soft to sit on and touch. On a small moss covered rock, the last Twinflowers with their gentle scent. Magpies and their songs up in the blue sky.

Starry skied Sunday evening greetings from my balcony, wrapped in a blanket, have a good new week!

Sunday, 25 September 2011

WHERE THE WIND DOES NOT REACH


Homes of forests. Caves, hollows, tree trunks. A leaf, a flower. Places where the wind does not reach with its cold fingers. Some crochet their home and working place between branches, grass, rocks. Inside and apple, a mushroom. Under a stone, under moss. A heap of fir needles. In a puddle.

How did we learn to build homes with corners, angles.

A beautiful weekend of music and kind people. Sunday to read and walk. To search corners of this home for flour and salt and olive oil and this and that (meaning that only in the end I know what it became) and bake for the neighbors who come for a visit.

Warm thoughts to your Sunday.

(Small custom paintings from last summer.)

Thursday, 15 September 2011

SECRETS OF WIND AND RAIN




The first autumn storm is singing as a melody of rain and wind. Bringing many warm colors from their journeys. Long walks to welcome all those yellows, oranges, reds and purples. If a few coins in a pocket, a rendezvous in a café is guaranteed. Some of the baristas come and wrap blankets around if sitting outdoors. In some other places people look inside, me outside. Some hide behind their newspapers. Some behind windows. Some behind their cups.

What kind of secrets there might be to hide. To put into a tea cup, or get forgotten inside a newspaper. Or just mention to a stranger.

A small yellow birch leaf, it did not hide anything. It was in the middle of a street next to an apple tree which had dropped all its fruits down.

So I feel the autumn being, everything is revealed and secrets are told. Then it is time to rest, hide the colors and blush away.

Just the beginning of an autumn, where it will still take me.

Melodies of raindrops to you.

Saturday, 8 January 2011

THE WIND BROUGHT WARMTH



The wind has changed. Dropping all the snow down from tree branches. Warming the air. I am afraid, but I think to have smelled the spring yesterday even though it snowed all the day heavily. This early. But that is how the spring comes, in steps. In storms. Backwards and forwards with the winter. I think that the winter still wins for some months.

There are two new prints in my shop. Rainy Day in A Nearby Forest and Stollinn:

— Drip drop sounds through leaves as raindrops are landing. Fresh scents of pine, cherries and birch tree leaves. Soft wet grass under bare toes. Gentle summer rain is here.

— Mountain called Stollinn is like a chair for a giant. It frames a small fishing village in North Iceland and holds a small glacier tightly behind its back. Weather keeps Stollinn playing hide and seek game. Sunshine makes it golden, mist and rain makes it to disappear.

How are you?

Here it is nap time of a Saturday evening. Then a long walk to see if the streets are already cleaned after the storm of yesterday. A bit of chocolate. A lot of tea. Lots of love.

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

IT JUST HAPPENED ONE EVENING





On Sunday evening. The winter. Radio was on and I was painting, the next moment I watched outdoors in the darkness, everything was white. It just happened. With its colors and light. Tastes and pinches on cheeks. Waiting for a new snow storm to arrive. The wind is already here, scratching the corners. Better to hurry to the post office.

Scents of green tea with apple, cardamom and coriander, happy Tuesday, so glad to have you here!

Friday, 3 September 2010

FOREST TEAROOM


Good morning dear all of you,

Wind is making somersaults and blowing in cold whispers. Light has vanished from early mornings. The first layer of yellow leaves is softening steps on afternoon walks. Evenings come with a candle light.

My book, Proof of Winter is added to the shop. “I started to battle against winter because I wanted to be friends with it. ...As preparation I cut a wind-proof haircut. Wherever it would blow from now, my hair would not be on my face.” More pictures of the book in my Flickr.

Have a small walk in the forest and find to my small tearoom. Have a cup of tea and enjoy the landscape and the warmth of firewood with me. Have a good September, have a happy weekend!

Wednesday, 21 July 2010

WIND WAS STRONG, BUT WE FOUND NESTS TO HIDE






Bare feet walking on white sand and shallow waves, wind blowing. Lighthouses appearing from behind mountains or top of them. Walking over a half desert peninsula to find on the other side the highest solitary waves, playing in them. Jumping and being thrown down to the sea bottom, feeling the power of the turquoise sea.

Jasmin was the scent of the air on our walks, the taste of the sweetest mangos in our mouths. A new magical island.

Yesterday I returned home to another kind of hot summer evenings. Everything is old, familiar and dear, but it feels also very new the same time. Trips could still last forever. Moments to breath, hold memories and remember new thoughts that they won´t disappear.

It looks like thunder here, but the weather might be just tricking me. The sky could be soon again filled with the tickling whiskers of the sun. I am settling down slowly, but the shop is again open. Thank you to everyone who has wrote me during these weeks, I will answer you very soon.

Hello dear all of you, how is your season? How are you? So happy to meet you here again.


(First image taken by S.)

Wednesday, 16 June 2010

TODAY I HEARD




Today I hear summer sounds of leaves dancing in the wind, yesterday the noon buses played puddles as piano keys on their way. The day before yesterday the sound was a lonely wind reaching everything it could touch with its long hems.

Blooming sounds has found a new home in a small wooden and glass box and traveled to a new town. Hopefully it plays the best radio tunes there.

Today a postcard was dropped from my mail box, over the seas from United Kingdom. Thank you! It is part of sweet Jill´s Today I Saw project. My postcard traveled back to the island last week, hopefully finding its way already to new hands.

The first orders from my shop were shipped yesterday and already I got a message that one had found its way to a new home, greetings to Helsinki! Kind greetings also to Singapore, where my painting arrived yesterday to a flooding city! Hopefully it is a gentle flood and only whispers on its way.

You all have been so kind with all your messages and orders, thank you so much, I have been smiling very much lately. Just to remind, my shop is still open this week and till the 24th of June before a small summer holiday.

Later this week you will find a small game here, please come back!

It is lunch time with scents of sweet tomatoes, avocado, basil and fresh warm wind on the balcony. My kindest summer greetings to you,

Anna Emilia

Thursday, 3 June 2010

BARE FEET TO THE SUMMER POND


Hello dear you,

A summer forest pond appeared on my desk while painting many other things this morning. Maybe this pond lies very near to the spring pond. Surely it is possible to walk bare feet and swim silently there listening the wind in the tree tops and birds on the branches. Surely it is possible to stay there only very few, but surely one can stay there all the day and all the night too: the sun does not set anymore almost at all. Shadows are short and pale. Maybe a small bonfire can be collected to have some company, brittle cracks of burning wood and scent of fire, scent of home.

How are you?

Have a pretty day!

Thursday, 28 January 2010

WIND FROM NORTH POLE



It feels like mid winter. Stormy wind comes through the window seams and knocks on doors making them to clatter. Yesterday evening I ran back home from a tea at downtown only to stay warm. Frozen face and toes anyway I got, but under blankets everything melts.

Today I work under a shawl escaping the wind coming through the windows. Cutting and folding old aquarelle pieces to prepare a coming project. A very nice project which will look completely something else than these dummies. A very nice cold stormy day under a shawl to work.

Hello, how are you?

Sunday, 13 December 2009

WIND FROM SIBERIA



It brought snow last night. Going on the ice with "potkukelkka", it is very quick sledge of a kind. The sound of ice is like whales singing when it breaks and becomes stronger reaching longer to the shores. Going over the cracks takes a bit of courage when the ice moves slowly. But the cracks are very tiny. Got red cheeks. Please dear wind, tell greetings to the beautiful landscapes of Siberia next time you pass by there!

(Pictures from a video I took. There one can hear the ice breaking from distance if listening very carefully.)