When G. goes to a congress... this is what happens

My father's 55

And when I was drawing babies...

Laugh like there's no fear

My grandparents!

Grandma's 80

And the angry one in the middle is me :) (along with my cat Pipča)

Italian forest

Pots

My grandma gave me a beatiful set of pots I'd never imagine to have. She kept it for months!

Moving!

Italy it will be... for now!

Our Czech holiday

This was the itinerary of the wonderful holiday in the Czech Republic we spent together with mine and G.'s family in the beginning of August. G.'s parents were so happy here they might even come again - and that is SOMETHING to say about Italians! We learnt so many amazing facts about history, art and architecture from my parents, found so many mushrooms and tasted the best dishes of my grandma. Should anyone need any tips on how to spend the holiday in here, let me know :)

Crotone

Wrapping paper design for packing little gifts brought from the sea. Viva Crotone!

Sad leek

That's how the story begins - there was a sad leek, completely lonely, no friends around... What can come out of that?

To be continued...

Black cat

I thought about drawing our Bublina and remembered my first theatrical experience (well, and one of the last ones as well). I had a puppet of a black cat and recited this poem - about how a black cat is basically invisible when the dark night falls. It was just four lines of a poem and no one was probably really impressed by me, because my next role was one quarter of a well...!

Brioche

Today, while walking home, I had such a vivid imagination of myself working as a brioche seller in a cute tiny Italian pasticceria, my chief's name was Gigi. And all the men coming to get a brioche and cafe for their breakfast were wearing the typical Italian uniform!

Summer

The middle of the summer (léto) is almost here, but when you are a worker already, it doesn't seem so depressing anymore. And anyway - there are still so many adventures waiting for us in August!

What's eating you?

Café / Té

The tropical days are gone and suddenly I feel more like having a cup of tea with milk again. This is my new theory: Italians like café, because it is mostly hot in Italy, British like té, because the weather there is usually... crap!

Mourek

Our Mourek is often meditating in the garden, though he thinks it is in fact called sitting and staring at the grass.

Some more aquarelles

I got obsessed with aquarels, so here are some more...

Heteroptera II.

The real bugs know how to take care of a real garden!

Don't forget to play!

We invented, or maybe just reinvented for ourselves, this great game which I just called FOUR LINES GAME. After three very cold and quite intensive days in London we sat in that pub next to the canal in Camden and played this: One of the couple draws something in just four lines and the other one guesses what it is. For us it were only things, situations etc. connected with that three days in London. If the guess is wrong, the first player draws four more lines, the second one guesses again and so on and on. Each set of four lines means one point - more points you collect, less successful you are. G. won, by just one point, which almost doesn't count, does it?

It is not just fun and couple-gluing-lovely-time-wasting-best-consumed-with-beer game, but also a way to remind and remember some great, inspiring or pleasant moments, to capture them and get some adrenalin of the competition in your veins. 

If you try, let me know! I've written down the correct answers of our game - the global warming was a hard one, that's where I lost it! 

And, I came back home with some wonderful books which G. bought for me in Tate, bless this trifolino! 

Both are great, check:

         

And another book came with me in my cabin suitcase, the third one in my small collection: