There is something really addictive about making these
eggs. I can't tell you if it's the process of thinking about
color in layers, working lighter to darker. Or if it's the
moments when you challenge the color progression and
put light green on top of orange.. and it works.
(Egg by Grand M)
Maybe it is because I feel no push to try and be perfect.
You simply can't make a perfect egg. Eggs aren't
perfect to begin with. They are bumpy, knobily
things pushed out of a chicken or duck's behind. Is there
a less glamorous thing to decorate?
And, the nutritious part is gone and consumed. The
crepes, french toast, and lemon curd were de-lish,
so there was nothing wasted. Those of us who consume
eggs, throw out or compost hundreds of egg shells
without a thought. This is recycling! We are
working with a canvas that is valued only for what
we put into it. This should be a no pressure
I think my favorite element of creating Ukrainian
eggs is the ugly bit. You are making something
Ugly. It is gloriously lumpy and discolored. Perhaps,
in the beginning, you hid a secret message.
But then you started the layering, and it became lost.
This will become this...
Oh, the power of the abstract!
It was hard to stop the decorating this year. Making
these eggs gives me a similar satisfaction to batiking,
but it is so much more friendly to do year round.
We have stopped, for the moment... but I might need
to break out the beeswax and dyes and go again before
next Easter time.