Across Generations
It is not just an object.
It is a bridge.
Artwork in a progress
The painting is still in progress.
But its colors are already telling a story.
It is a story about family.
About values that are never displayed, yet always present.
About recipes written not only in books, it’s in our memory…
It is more than a recipe.
It is a language of love.
A language of care.
A language spoken across generations.
Each of us has that one dish no one can make quite like our mother.
Or our grandmother.
And it was never really about the ingredients.
But the most precious part was never the cooking.
It was the conversations.
Long talks flowing slowly, like jam simmering on the stove.
Stories shared in quiet voices.
Laughter.
Silence.
It is not just an object.
It is a bridge.
We move.
We change countries.
We change languages.
And in this painting there is a small detail —
a cake serving spatula
I brought it with me… Across countries. Across distances.
Across years.
It was held by the hands of
several generations
of my family.
It served the first slices of pie.
It was placed next to porcelain on special occasions.
Now it is with me.
On the other side of the world.
But there are things that continue speaking for us.
And as long as they are with us,
our story is never interrupted.
Made on
Tilda
