Viera Briestenská

Mrs. Vera didn’t expect us, but she knew who we were because she and her daughter Viktoria were awarded two days ago. She enjoyed her mother in the same situation. We were invited for coffee and homemade maker. The vernacular began to tell its story, which was sometimes commented on by her husband, Milan, by funny bonmots.

The housewife originally wanted to study art industry, but she ended up a chemist. Art finally found it. For 20 years she has been the soul of creative trade in craft products Dora, which included a cafe, library and art gallery. He has no idea how many receptive children this world created by it molded and brought poetry and fantasy into people’s lives.

Today he designs the design of rest gardens, furniture, houses. Although he adapts his creation to the nature of the customer, he has his handwriting. The gardens like wild, in which nature triumphs over geometry. Its favorite decoration element of houses is a stained glass. It is fascinated by the colorful game of light in the interior. We’ll be impressed by the veranda’s viper in her home. He throws colorful pigs on the floor and on the heart of the old apricot wood that once stood in the garden of Vierka’s mother. In the mother’s apricot heart is a hot tin made by a tree and on it six apricots of her six children. Every detail, every work hung on the wall, or built on furniture, has an interesting story. Some of us wonder, others are told by the lady of the house with humor.

Coffee’s dopey, poppy bun eaten. The landlords are going to plant beehives in the garden. We say goodbye to the promise that tomorrow morning he’ll have made up who he’ll send us to.