Pink roses, azalea, sweet lilacs, bleeding hearts, quince blossoms and pansies sit waiting in a bowl. Washed and picked for sugar coating they await their transformation…they will become sugar coated flowers. Lovingly painting their petals with a brush, I cover the flowers with a special mix of frothy white of egg, a touch of confectioner’s sugar and lemon juice. Some flowers can be dipped into the liquid. I then pour crystal showers of finely ground, almost powdered castor sugar over them in waves until thee petals are covered. I do it again , catching the empty spots until they are all covered , then allow them to dry. The flowers can be gently placed on a sieve or a screen placed over a plate to catch the excess coating that will drip off the petals while drying. More o the fine castor sugar can be poured over the drying blossoms and after sitting overnight they will be dry and sugar coated and sparklingly preserved. The crystal covered flowers make wonderful cake decorations , especially for fancy tortes and cakes made with rose petal jam.
Traditional recipes have been handed down in my family from generations of wonderful cooks whose art was expressed in beautiful embroidery and fine cuisine. .Southern Ukrainian cooking made with love filled my childhood along with the stories told in the process of baking and cooking. Every holiday a feast to be remembered. My mother excelled in the making of cakes and desserts, conscripting me as her sous chef from the age of four when I was considered old enough to start helping in the elaborate preparations of the treasured traditional family cake recipes for special occasions, especially birthdays. Everything was prepared and done by hand and the taste of love was in every amazing mouthful.
Her walnut torte, the traditional Ukrainian cake was my favourite . I would sit grinding mountains of nuts by hand to please my mother and make the cake. No matter how much my small arms hurt, I kept grinding the nuts in a small hand grinder knowing what the ultimate reward would be – the most delicious cake in the entire world. The most special cakes were made with an exquisite jam between the torte layers that my mother made every summer. This was her special ambrosia – confiture of roses. The scent was intoxicating .
We would snip the heads off at their peak of bloom together, cutting them into baskets on the morning after a Full Moon in June when their scent was at its peak. The petals were then plucked off the heads into bowls and cleaned of any caterpillars and leaves.
Old fashioned fragrant deep pink Damask roses are best used for this exquisite delicacy. There are many different ways of making rose jam. One is made raw, allowing the petals to macerate in the sun with sugar crystals and a touch of lemon until it becomes a sticky fragrant paste…my grandmother’s recipe. The other is a silky textured syrupy fragrant jam that is cooked .
Fill a large bowl with cleaned rose petals . Cover them with sugar and the juice of 2 lemons and mix together. Leave to blend their juices overnight, covered with a linen towel. Add half a cup of water with more lemon juice to taste and stir.
Bring 2 cups of water to a slow boil with 1 cup of sugar, some grated lemon rind and 2 tablespoons of agar agar, mixing to dissolve. Add the rose petal blend and slowly simmer for 30 minutes slowly stirring in and adding 3 tablespoons of a light mild raw honey and more lemon juice to maintain the colour of the roses. Take care to not overcook the rose petals or they will lose their colour and tenderness. Ladle the mixture into boiled an sterilized jars and seal tightly. Store the preserves for up to a year, but they are best eaten within 7 months.
This recipe yields 3 medium jars of ambrosial , silky textured rose preserve that has a jelly like syrupy quality fragrant and delicious beyond your wildest taste dreams, like the taste of an unforgettably romantic summer love.
Bleeding hearts, sprigs of sweet scented lilac and Solomon’s seal… The sensuality of flowers is hypnotic. Their passion enters through our eyes as they fan themselves wide open, asking the birds and the bees for pollination. They exude ethereal love as we gaze upon them, flaunting their naked ephemeral beauty. Bleeding hearts in springtime – wild yet refined like young beauties in the throes of their first love singing songs of longing with elegant grace and poignant sweetness…
My fantasy HATS … and Headdresses… Magical creations, each one is a small and unique work of art. Some are made entirely with natural elements and flowers like fairy wreaths Others are for city wear, weddings and special occasions. Created with love and and embellished with silk faux flowers, pearls and threads they are made to order and each is a a celebration of the joys of spring… a Chapeau Fantastique !
The Cosmic Lovers join in celestial embrace in the Heavens, interlocking flames like two Dragons in love while kissing in the sky; their wings becoming one in their moment of passion. The Heavens alight, we traverse the milky snows of Embolic, electric with the proximity of Uranus, the cosmic lovers opening our wings with hope into Aquarian skies.
From the Celestial Hearts series, the two images above are both digitally manipulated photographs of paintings and available to order. The Golden Wing painting is 40 by 96 inches and is a duet composed of two canvasses.
Venus slips from Pisces to Aries… Her body is touched by flames as she rushes now, to meet her lover Mars, who calls to her.Venus is on fire and has no patience …she leaves the angel wings of Pisces behind, letting them drop like an unneeded costume. She feels her passion ignite and slips into the beckoning flames.
A new painting is flowing like music, as if pouring out of my hands and my heart. It is like a golden lake. A work in progress, soft coral clouds form a sky on the canvas, painted with layers of paint mixed in thin washes of time.Dull gold gleams as a base somewhere beneath the reds and creams. Placed there about ten years ago, like time trapped on canvas and preserved, glazes hold floating fragments of gold. Small fires and soft explosions are caught there forever like old loves that continue to smoulder; their beauty never dies, gold in our hearts. Venus is now fully in Chiron’s embrace. I feel them mingled together… the wise teacher and healer and the Goddess of beauty are meeting in the last sign of Pisces, the fully opened heart, yet they are restricted in their expression and flow by a square from Saturn. Love and compassion merge in their embrace like a joyous lake inviting us to swim in its magical waters healing our collective heart through gentleness. The square to Saturn in Sagittarius enables us now with the concerted effort to speak out, for our beliefs and collective truth – to have heart, the message of Venus in embrace with Chiron and in the realm of Neptune – the message of love.
Clouds of bright gold leaf are forming in the foreground. I see the changes coming in this beautiful inner sky that is unfolding before me and can manipulate them into what I wish to create – into a future reflection, my own inner sky. The canvas has been waiting for its completion patiently for years.Now marked by layers of time, a patina is giving its own gift of depth into the background that makes the foreground sing.
There is a certain degree of possession in painting… I must admit it. It cannot be denied, and is true of most art. The artist can become possessed; obsessed completely by his Muse. Once experienced, the artist seeks the same communion, hungering for the presence of the Muse, wanting to be once again hers, taken over, like an instrument. Once kissed fully on the lips by the Muse when she comes to him or her, the artist, singer or dancer is never the same. A divine elixir has been tasted. The desire for that sweet essence can become so keen and so subtly invasive that it takes over the human heart with a deep love and yearning. Perhaps this is the secret truth behind the passion of the artist…
the seduction of his Muse.