I seem to have been having a strange problem getting text to go with these pictures, but it has resolved itself without my knowing why. I’ll just accept this.
I wanted to write about folk art and how much I love it. I’m not Hungarian myself, but my husband grew up in a small village south east of Budapest and he and his family came to the United States in 1957, after the Hungarian Revolution. I have painted many small things in this Hungarian style beginning with two cuff boxes I painted to be used as sewing boxes which I gave as gifts to my two bridesmaids in 1972. I know my sister in law Maria still has hers. Whenever we were living in Hungary (1984, 1992, 1998 when my husband was on sabbatical leave from Cleveland State University) or visited there, I have bought textiles and books and other items of Hungarian folk art. And my children were all in Hungarian Scout troops and studied the styles of art which vary almost from village to village.
My own Heritage is German, English and Scottish and I have always loved Pennsylvania Dutch folk art which was popular when I was a child. My mother and grandmother painted some pieces in this style and I still have some of them. I enjoy scherensschnitte and an example of this which I did years ago still hangs above my bed.
Most of the European folk art has elements in common, probably because the motifs come from the plants and animals which live in these areas, and north America has similar flora and fauna. I have not seen much that I would call Scottish folk art, nor English and this may be because it has not been that popular. Or perhaps their folk art has been more in music and customs than in decorated clothes or furniture, although my Scottish ancestors were Fergusons, and I have a piece of their tartan bought in Edinburgh with Paul and Andy when we were there in 1998. I think my struggles getting the words to show up have made me lose track of some of what I wanted to say! I will try to photograph a few things I have or have made myself soon, but most of what I have made was given away. Perhaps the point I originally wanted to make with this rambling is that having these connections adds something to life, some grounded feeling of abundance and connection.