tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69978418464327419332024-03-12T18:17:34.368-07:00Nomedos Pieva/ Nomeda's MeadowNomeda Lukoševičienė-Kaunaitėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07587186039041013712noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997841846432741933.post-14005035401418453242016-08-01T22:07:00.000-07:002016-08-01T22:07:47.332-07:00Jaunavedžiams/ For NewlywedsVasara dovanoja pažadus vienas kitam. O tai reikia atšvęsti!<br />
Let's celebrate love!<br />
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<br />Nomeda Lukoševičienė-Kaunaitėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07587186039041013712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997841846432741933.post-5305001977823062822015-08-26T16:05:00.001-07:002015-08-26T16:05:38.616-07:00As the last days of August approach/ Kai rugpjūtis laša<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Kai rugpjūtis laša visai į pabaigą, norisi dar spėti padėkoti vasarai.</span></div>
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the last days of August approach, I would like to thank the summer.</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Padėkoti jai už keliones, už susitikimus su brangiausiais žmonėmis, už įsižiebusią viltį, už naujus žmones mano kely.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">I would like to thank
summer for my journeys, for the opportunity to meet up with my loved ones, for
hope, and for the many new people in my life.</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Tuoj ruduo pradės lašėti rugsėjo lietum ir tik iš nuotraukų pajusiu gervuogių saldumą. Vasaros saulėj išsirpusių gervės uogų saldumą...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Very soon autumn will
start to drip with September rain and only from pictures will I be able to
taste the sweetness of blackberries. In Lithuania they are called crane
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<br />Nomeda Lukoševičienė-Kaunaitėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07587186039041013712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997841846432741933.post-11484075228251534742015-03-29T22:14:00.001-07:002015-03-31T20:15:02.231-07:00Verbų sekmadienis/ Palm SundayLiko tik savaitė iki Šventų Velykų-pavasario ir Prisikėlimo šventės.<br />
Just one week left to Easter.
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Year-round dandelion whisper their story. All twelve months...
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I was listening the converstion between two very dear artists about a cup of coffee. My grasses found the way to express themselves.
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Longing for spring greenery.</div>
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<br />Nomeda Lukoševičienė-Kaunaitėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07587186039041013712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997841846432741933.post-83202971715693770132015-01-09T09:14:00.002-08:002015-01-09T09:14:13.287-08:00Jie gulėjo ant žemės. Daug matę, bet tylūs. Tačiau ėmė ir pražydo. Gal ne taip, kaip patys būtų sužydėję,.. O iš kur gi man žinoti?<br />
They were lying on the ground. They have seen a lot but stayed silent. And here they are blooming. Maybe they would have liked to blossom differently....How could I know?<br />
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Nomeda Lukoševičienė-Kaunaitėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07587186039041013712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997841846432741933.post-83711083108078472002014-12-03T08:03:00.001-08:002014-12-04T13:06:11.812-08:00Vienas puodukas kavos/One cup of coffeeKartais norisi pradėti gerti kavą vienokioj aplinkoj, o baigti -kitokioj. Kartais norisi pasidžiaugti ateinančiomis šventėmis tiesiog be žodžių. Tada sėdu prie stalo ir geriu...<br />
Sometimes there is a want to start to drink coffee in one place, but to finish -in another. Sometimes there is a want to rejoice for the upcoming holidays and celebrations without any words. Then, I sit by the table and drink my coffee...
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Time is moving unbelievably quick. And this is nothing new. Only how am I to rid of the remorse, like the worm-nibbled leaves that coat my autumn trails? Unwritten letters, unkept promises, unfinished jobs... <br />
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Maple tree's stories during long and cold winter evenings.
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Let's be happy! Easter is coming tomorrow and spring will be in full bloom!<br />
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I love green color...<br />
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Nomeda Lukoševičienė-Kaunaitėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07587186039041013712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997841846432741933.post-61494541833043105902014-03-29T18:44:00.000-07:002014-04-05T16:52:29.412-07:00Tikrai tikrai pabudo mano pieva...
My meadow lives again...
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Nomeda Lukoševičienė-Kaunaitėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07587186039041013712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997841846432741933.post-21862537373395368972013-12-08T14:53:00.000-08:002013-12-08T14:53:07.829-08:00Kolekcija.Žiema 2013/2013 Winter CollectionKviečiu į 2013-ųjų žiemos kolekcijos pristatymą.<br />
You are invited to 2013 Winter Collection.
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She dreams about color. Bright red. Like her little wings. Happy ladybug...
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It is middle of November. All Saint Day is in the past. Although the holiday season's coming promises beauty and mystery, it still hurts to realize that this fall is over. It has been taken away...
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Nomeda Lukoševičienė-Kaunaitėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07587186039041013712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997841846432741933.post-12482875780912862292013-09-07T09:42:00.000-07:002013-09-07T09:42:55.141-07:00Gera pasiilgti/ It's great to miss... Baigėsi vasara. Atėjo laikas grįžti namo-į savas pievas, kurios pilnos brendimo ir paskutinio žydėjimo. Čia gražu. Čia užvaldo jausmas, kad pasiilgau. Pasiilgau rudens. Aplamai manau, jog žmogui pasiilgti yra labai svarbu. Pasiilgti draugų, pasiilgti vakaro dviese, pasiilgti tikrai geros knygos rankose, pasiilgti gyvos muzikos, pasiilgti įdomaus pokalbio, pasiilgti nuraudusio šermukšnio kekės...Sveikas, ruduo. Aš tavęs pasiilgau. Gerai, kad atėjai. Pabūkim dviese...<br />
Summer is over. It's time to go back to my meadows, which are full of puberty and final flowering. It's so beautiful here and I'm overwhelmed by the feeling that I missed all that for long time. I miss autumn. In general, I think that for every human being it's very important to feel that you miss something or someone-good friend, evening just for two, good book, life music, interesting conversation, rowan bunches...Hello Autumn. I missed you. Great that you came. Let's stay together for awhile. Just two of us...
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Darbas, kurio pasiilgstu. Auguste Rodin "I Am Beautiful"
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The sculpture which one I would like to see again and again .I Am Beautiful, by Auguste RodinNomeda Lukoševičienė-Kaunaitėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07587186039041013712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997841846432741933.post-35702839833403001732013-04-28T20:32:00.000-07:002013-04-28T20:32:57.646-07:00Violetinė žinia/ Purple messageBalandis visuomet asocijuojasi su spalvų dryksniais. Gėlyne, po langu, jie mėlynai violetiniai ir įvairiausių žalių atspalvių. Tie mažyčiai spalvų lopinėliai nuteikia neįtikėtinai mąslingai...Gal todėl, kad violetinė spalva kartu laikoma ir liturgine? Rodos, savyje ji turinti net garsinę išraišką, esanti mistiškiausia ir sudėtingiausia. Nuo juodos žemės ją skiria stabilumo suteikianti ir energija trykštanti žalia lapija. Puikus derinys. <p>
April, in my perspective, is associated with splashes of color. In my flower garden, below the window, they are blue-violet and a variety of green shades. Those small color bundles present a calming tone. Probably because the common purple color combination is liturgical? It seems as though it even has a musical expression, and a mystical and complicated color symphony. From the black soil the green foliage scatters: presenting stability and the energy fountain within the stems and leaves. The perfect combination. <p>
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I'm watching through the window...Looking forward for the first blooms. The humming bird is drinking sweet nectar. The shadow moves on the grass. Every day the hazelnut tree catkins lengthen. Japanese maples still sleep. Passing cars. Transient people. And again silence ... Through my window I can see how spring is coming, and gently holding the wisp of the greenest moss ...
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To ask Spring to come faster you need something unique, ringing, fragrant, cheering and promising. Spring, my Verba wait for you ... They wait...
<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F115124560552559273558%2Falbumid%2F5850960348031328577%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Nomeda Lukoševičienė-Kaunaitėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07587186039041013712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997841846432741933.post-51394179676927857702013-01-16T17:39:00.000-08:002013-01-16T17:39:45.929-08:00Ex Libris Prieš gerus 25 metus, su grafika teko susidurti dailininko Edmundo Saladžiaus klasėje. Ir nuo tada atspaudo stebūklas sužavėjo visam laikui. Susikurti savą knygos nuosavybės ženklą -Ex Libris- norėjosi jau seniai. Visa eilė bandymų nukeliavo šiukšliadėžėn, o šį raižinėlį lyg ir pavyko prisijaukinti. Nemenka mūsų biblioteka jau seniai laukė šio ženklo. Ex Libris pirmiausia savo poziciją "patikrino" mano mylimo autoriaus Laimono Tapino knygoje "Prarasto laiko nebūna". Taigi šiandien mano namuose- ilgai lauktos knygų krikštynos. Dovana kiekvienai iš jų-Ex Libris.<br />
I was introduced to graphic techniques 25 years ago in my graphic-teacher's (Edmondas Saladzius) class in Kaunas' Art College. I fell in love with it. Really. To create Ex Libris was my long time dream. For those who don't know : Ex Libris is a Latin phrase, meaning literally, "from the books." It is a graphical mark, often used to indicate ownership of a book, as in "from the books of..." or from the library of... Quite a few attempts in the making of my first Ex Libris failed, but that is the natural process. The last I made, The Owl, will stay. I love it. My first Ex Libris was glued inside the book "Lost Times Don't Exist" by my favorite writer Laimonas Tapinas. So today, after many years, has come my library's book baptism. A gift for each, the Ex Libris.
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I was interested in painting on silk from long ago. Depth of color and the ease of silk comes together as a breathtaking couple. I gave it a try. Everyone knows the life ideal, you just need to want it, do it and believe... It really works. <br />
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