Not just flowers, even walls are in bloom all year in this Polish village. See pics


Danuta Dymon, 70, has been at it since the sun came up, dressed from head to toe in clothes also displaying her brushstroke.

“As you can see I’m covered in flowers,” she said, adding neon green leaves to the fluorescent orange and pink garland spanning the fence’s brick base in front of her home in Zalipie, in southern Poland.

Danuta Dymon painting traditional flower patterns on her fence in Zalipie. (AFP)

Dymon is known around the farming village for having painted flowers on virtually everything under her roof: the ceiling, walls, curtains, pillows, kettle, wooden spoons, boiler, even the toilet.

She took to the paintbrush with particular gusto but she is not alone: for over a century, Zalipie women – and the occasional man – have been decorating the inside and outside of their homes with folk art.

Women painting traditional flower patterns on the wall of a farm building. (AFP)

Last year, some 25,000 tourists from countries as far away as Japan and the United States visited the village of 700 people to see the bright, cheerful flowers that adorn about a quarter of the cottages nestled among fields of corn, cabbage and strawberries.

Origins in soot
The tradition began in the late 19th century as a way to cover up sooted walls in the smoke-filled area around the stove, according to the head of the local community centre, Wanda Chlastawa.

A house covered with traditional flower patterns. (AFP)

“Women would take a homemade brush, dip it in whitewash and whack at the dirty wall to brighten up the space with the white splotches,” the 59-year-old director of the centre, appropriately called the House of Painters, said.

“Later they started adding dots, lines and circles and that’s how the first primitive flowers came to be.”

The first floral motifs were limited to three colours – white, black and beige – made at home out of lime whitewash, soot and clay, while early brushes included birch branches with shredded ends, as well as horse or cow tail hairs tied together with twine.

Farm buildings covered with traditional flower patterns. (AFP)

Imaginary flowers
At 78, Maria Chlastawa – not related to Wanda – remembers making the brushes at home, as well as using the powdered paints the women would buy once they expanded their repertoire into today’s flashy rainbow range of colours.

“Sometimes you’d paint, the rain would come, and it’d all run. So you’d have to do it over,” she said, adding that today’s fast-drying acrylic paints are a whole lot better than what she started with 70 years ago.

“My mum painted so I’ve been painting since childhood. Then my daughter started painting as a kid, and now my granddaughter is painting too. It’s tradition, from one generation to the next.”

Maria Chlastawa in her yard where the walls of buildings are covered with traditional flower patterns. (AFP)

For decades, the village has held a painting contest every spring, when a jury of ethnographers makes the rounds of the houses and awards prizes. Some residents only paint ahead of the contest, but Chlastawa is at it all year, saying it calms her nerves.

“The yard looks sad when everything’s white, but here…” she said, before her daughter Boguslawa Mis, 50, chimed in: “Flowers bloom in the winter and autumn!”

Poppies, rose, daisies
While the designs may resemble red poppies or pink roses or white and yellow daisies, they are all drawn from imagination.

For over a century, Zalipie women — and the occasional man — have been decorating the inside and outside of their homes with folk art. (AFP)

“They’re invented flowers. You won’t find them in any field,” said 44-year-old Anna Owca, who works at the community centre and did not grow up in a painter family, but instead married into one.

“We moved in with my mother-in-law and when I walked in, there were flowers everywhere. I was 19 then and I thought, ‘My God, I’m gonna lose it. I can’t look at this’,” she said, laughing.

A woman painting traditional flower patterns on a well. (AFP)

“First thing I wanted to do was paint over all the flowers… But then, after a year or two, I started painting as well. “And I remember my husband saying, ‘Damn. I was born among flowers and now I’ll die among flowers too’.”




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