About
I have always been drawn to the quiet things that many people pass by without noticing.
A fallen flower.
A piece of bark.
A feather left on a woodland path.
A fragment of moss glowing after rain.
To me, they never lose their beauty when they change.
They simply become something different.
Between Brush and Feather grew from that way of seeing the world.
It is a place where painting, botanical objects and quiet stories meet — where nature is not decoration but a companion, memory is held gently, and even the smallest overlooked fragment can become part of something meaningful.
Some works become paintings.
Some become preserved botanical pieces.
Some remain only as stories.
They all begin in the same place:
with curiosity,
with respect for nature,
and with the belief that beauty does not disappear when time touches it.
It simply changes its form.
— Jola Mroszczyk
About
I have always been drawn to the quiet things that many people pass by without noticing.
A fallen flower.
A piece of bark.
A feather left on a woodland path.
A fragment of moss glowing after rain.
To me, they never lose their beauty when they change.
They simply become something different.
Between Brush and Feather grew from that way of seeing the world.
It is a place where painting, botanical objects and quiet stories meet — where nature is not decoration but a companion, memory is held gently, and even the smallest overlooked fragment can become part of something meaningful.
Some works become paintings.
Some become preserved botanical pieces.
Some remain only as stories.
They all begin in the same place:
with curiosity,
with respect for nature,
and with the belief that beauty does not disappear when time touches it.
It simply changes its form.
— Jola Mroszczyk