Archive for the ‘pysanky’ Category

Brown etched egg

February 19, 2014


This is a brown etched chicken egg. I like the simple design and the rich colors. I don’t quite remember how I got the gold, but it was after the blue. A light acid wash after the blue, then a dip in lemon yellow or maybe golden wheat? That sounds about right.

Dyes are tricky – at least for me. And I don’t visualize the colors very well in my head so it’s all sort of a crap shoot.




Lawn flowers

April 6, 2013


Spring. Lovely Spring.

These wildflowers are from my lawn.  Don’t correct me and call them weeds. They are delicate flowers that I didn’t plant so that qualifies them to be called wildflowers.

Somewhere in suburbia a woman with fake nails and capri pants is harping at her husband to cut the damn lawn already. But not at my house.


March 26, 2013


When I was little we used to go visit the relatives in Pennsylvania at Easter.  We’d always get big coconut eggs but we didn’t get our real Easter baskets until we got home.  There were usually flowers blooming in PA. It was a lot more spring-like than where we lived in upstate NY. We had Easter hats and dresses.

I knew the Easter bunny was real. Mom and Dad were with us in Pennsylvania. The door was locked and no one was home but the Easter bunny got in anyway. Because he was Magic.

I wasn’t suspicious when Dad had to go inside the house first to check to see if the bunny had come.  Childhood innocence  is a wonderful thing.

Here are two festive eggs to go along with that touching story. I had some trouble with the bunny egg. There must have been a crack or pin hole because after the first few dips in the dye it  developed little white spots. I got a tip from other Pysankers  to unplug the hole, let the egg dry out, then freeze the egg for a few minutes and quickly reseal the hole. The cold air gets trapped inside the egg and is forced out through whatever tiny crack there is keeping the dye from seeping into the egg.  Speaking of magic…Yay science! Yay Pysanky Nerds! It worked.

Stars or crosses

August 19, 2012


Who can tell me what’s going on here?

1) Nothing

2) The pattern of diagonal crosses symbolizes the universal theme of star crossed lovers whose tragic quest for  romance will eventually destroy them.

3) There seems to be a pattern of making a certain a repetitious pattern. And also making it white on dark blue.

Yes, the answer is 3! You win nothing. Now get back to reading between the lines  and stop wasting time on the internet.



April 6, 2012

Easter eggs 2012



January 28, 2012

I had this notion that I could pencil in the proper lines to somehow make a traditional egg, with bands that would cross diagonally.

a work in progress

When I couldn’t get the two sides even, I decided to make faces. One side was to be a girl and the other side a boy. A sort of Romeo & Juliet egg.

Juliet isn’t young and pretty enough.

Romeo is too pretty and in fact looks a bit feminine.

Both of them have some eyebrow/eye/lip issues.

You know how people always talk about every damn thing they do as being a journey? They decorate their living room and it’s a journey or they learn yoga and it’s a journey? For the record, I will never say that. Nothing I do is a journey. It’s more like a blender or a  waffle iron. Sometimes it’s noisy and things get mixed up. And sometimes things stick but you if you fiddle enough you make it turn out OK. Definitely not a journey.



I make things

October 24, 2011

Heck yes! I made a nest. Don’t ask how. It was hard and I almost gave up. Maybe it’s easier if you have a beak. Sometimes fingers just get in the way.

Birds impress me more and more every day. Not only can they fly and sing, but they craft such precious, cozy little nests. I bet if we let them, they could fix the housing crisis.

Anyway I made a nest. It’s a little rickety and a bit sloppy but I like it.

Kids, this is what can be accomplished by setting goals for yourselves. Dare to dream.

Pysanky tribute

August 14, 2011

Well now I’ve done it. I’ve gone and made an egg featuring a portion of the lovely Wendell Berry poem, The Wild Geese. A little birthday tribute to Mr. Berry from me. Maybe the farmer in him would be pleased that it’s written on an egg, and that I am preserving the folk art of my ancestors.

When I am feeling hot, tired and ornery, which is often theses days, I will turn to the words of this wise, gentle writer.

There is a prayer-like quality to this poem that soothes me.

Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear,
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye
clear. What we need is here.

The next time I am dizzy and dripping sweat onto fire ants attacking my ankles, I hope I remember, “What we need is here.”

a stillness

September 3, 2010

I have a lot of egg photos to share. Don’t fret – these eggs will not give you salmonella.

When other people are frolicking in the sand and waves, I am hunched over the table with my Ottlite by my side.

When other people are hoisting their glasses, making toasts like “Freedom from kings and mobs,” I am reveling in the smell of hot beeswax. 


There is music, and a good deal of  concentration.

And usually a cat or two purring nearby.

Random acts of egg

June 12, 2010

This is an egg I made recently. I was probably listening to Jason Lytle while I made it. Yes, I’m sure I was listening to Jason. And Get Set Go too.

I might be just a little in love with the colors because they’re so vibrant. Maybe you’ll like them too. Maybe you’ll want to shower me with praise. Or maybe even propose marriage. Or at the very least a fling.

Or maybe you’ll just leave unsatisfied, unimpressed, maybe even disgusted.

Why do you have to be like that anyway? I thought we were friends.