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MONDAY

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We’re finishing up the weekend’s leftovers and digesting everything that’s happened in the intervening time. A lot has happened, which I want to share with you, and it will take not one, but two new posts.
The past few days have been characterized by a wide variety of current events, which required not only my constant calm but also a keen eye for what’s happening.
It all started with a party in Art Etobicoke,Open Receprion Holiday Partyat Arts Etobicoke’s Storefront Gallery 4893A Dundas Street West,where the creativity of my Toronto neighborhood gathered to meet and discuss current issues and plans.Christmas The Gift Shop Show continue up to December 19,2025 and open during Gallery work from 11.00 am to 4 pm.My Petrykivka Christmas Balls only this time on that location.Take unique gift for your family and my wishes.

Our work, selected by our very demanding jury, was on display. I’m not being sarcastic; it’s true. I’ll even explain later why I wrote that. I was included in this list and am glad that for the second year in a row, I’m presenting my brainchild—every year on this date, in celebration of Christmas, I release a creative, unique, new batch of my Petrykivka-style Christmas balls. This year, with special love, I created a large collection, some of which made it to this bazaar. I’m proud that this small part of me shines with my warmth and love, reflects my light, and is located at Art Etobicoke.
Next year will be a rebuilding one for me, and I’ve already outlined a smaller Petrykivka collection and more large-scale, three-dimensional paintings. As sad as it is to talk about shortcomings, I want to say that I have three exhibitions for which I specifically prepared and submitted my works for jury consideration, and all three were rejected. This was back-to-back, and it hit me hard, as preparing specifically for an exhibition is a huge, colossal amount of work. And a rejection is a slap in the face. But I endure. They are a constant in my life, sometimes a blow, sometimes a carrot.
I’m moving on to volumetric painting, as textured painting is begging to be worked on.
At the same time, I continue to teach the Petrykivka painting courses, which have been successfully held in Ukrainian Canadian Social Service Toronto.

It’s impossible to describe the enormous amount of preparation I put into my courses. It’s a huge responsibility and an honor for me to have an audience. It’s like a mark of distinction, my teaching and mentoring qualities.
So, I’ll let you in on a secret: at home, in absolute silence, I work through every point of my master class. This applies to both the icon painting course and the Petrykivka painting course.
And the response to my enormous work is the gratitude of those present, their interest, and requests to continue the courses.


I’ll add that I developed the patterns and structure of the course individually, taking into account the age and abilities of those present, and understanding that I needed to engage and captivate them, so that they, like me, would understand and embrace this culture. And here, culture and art have won. And I’m very happy. Now, I’m returning to the gallery and working with Toronto organizations. I plan to expand my presence to other Toronto platforms, without focusing on my area, which is quite normal, since a person grows and develops, and paintings require, like dresses, ,,to be walked, walked”, and shown.

This understanding came after visiting the opening of the exhibition, where I was invited New Vistas team Etobicoke Civic Center.

Well, the youth is very avant-garde, they are pushing and bulging with new names, it is such a fierce competition for a place in the artistic world of Toronto, it is style, trends and talents, and with my sharp, always optimistic eye, I see that this is a very strong youth movement. And you are either in it or left behind. I am with them.

A little about the awards.
I’m a longtime volunteer. This has instilled in me a sense of helpfulness and empathy, of organizing and being a small part of Toronto’s big events. This has given me over 10+ years of experience with a huge number of non-profit organizations, art galleries, communities, and festivals. It’s the mutual assistance and support that I feel as part of a larger team. And finally, this year, which was physically challenging for me—I was very ill at the beginning and missed three months of activities—I received awards from three organizations and was included in the list of recipients VAACT.

This is an award given to Toronto’s most distinguished volunteers for their contribution to the volunteer movement.
I received a hat with the logo, which sets me apart from others. It also keeps me warm on cold winter days. I also received a certificate for this year. Although there were people in the audience who completed 17 stamps (I only completed three), this motivates me for next year. Although I understand that my age, workload, and job prevent me from volunteering full-time. It’s impossible for me to do this, so I simply congratulate those who accomplished such tasks.

I remembered a funny episode, not from this year, but from previous ones. I was volunteering at two festivals at once in the same month, and it just so happened that I was busy at work, plus household responsibilities, plus two shifts in one day at festivals, and I was running to the festival, I was late, I put on a festival T-shirt on the tram, I entered the building, I went up to the organizers, and… I realized that I was wearing the wrong T-shirt, I was wearing it to the wrong festival. Not only was I 10-15 minutes late, but I also couldn’t explain anything. Did they understand, or, on the contrary, a music festival, which had a lot of music, smoking, and in general they were so glamorous. They decided to send me down the street about 800 meters to the other end, so that I could put on my T-shirt there, pick up my T-shirt. And come back. While I was running down the street, in the heat, in the second half of the day, another half hour had passed… and back, they met again They saw that I was dressed. And time passed. They sent me back to the 800 meters and I did my shift there. So, another 800. For the third time.
Of course, they didn’t count that day for me (to their regret—I saw this later, when they didn’t add my information to the volunteer page). I don’t know if they were among the organizations this year, but even if they were, I would never have run again—after all, I’m 62. And I don’t smoke weed. These are our successes in our lives. Sometimes it’s something to remember.

But my stubbornness won out and now I’m wearing a hat.

To end this post on an optimistic note, I’ll show you Toronto, where I spent a lot of time this week. I want to point out that although many sacred places, the city’s signature landmarks, are unfortunately closed for renovations and reconstruction, the city is ablaze with installations and decorations for the upcoming Christmas. This holiday, and its continuation, New Year’s, is the most celebrated event in our city, which everyone looks forward to. And it enlivens and beautifies our commercial capital. Many places—hotels, halls of multi-story buildings, restaurants, galleries, and especially Eaton Mall—simply blew our minds with the splendor of the business capital’s decorations.

I consider myself a villager or a resident of a backward area, since my neighborhood is always quiet, sleepy, and, as it is characterized, a “sleeping area.” So, when I come downtown, I am delighted by the decorations, this luxury, and the eternally hurrying crowds of people. And this crowd… and I love to observe people. They know how to relax, they know how to live in the present, they don’t sleep, they are cheerful and sociable. Well, that’s downtown Toronto. Here are a few photos from pre-Christmas downtown Toronto.

Well, I want to wish you to always be optimistic and have faith in yourself and your future.
I was very saddened to hear this year the hissing remark, “She thinks too much of herself.”
Only evil, envious people can say such things. They don’t understand my life, they don’t see the effort I put into creating my art. How much it costs me to promote my passion, whether it’s writing children’s books or creating art paintings or even those same Christmas baubles, which take up to four days of work, not counting the development of a personalized design.
I understand that this person wanted to humiliate me, and after that, this person is forever out of my field of collaboration.
No, this isn’t arrogance or pride, it’s self-defense and protecting myself from harmful people who only want to humiliate.
I recently told my dear friend, a classmate, that we don’t have much time ahead of us, ,,a bright future awaits us”, and we laughed heartily over this phrase—after all, everything is getting harder, more and more physical. We face obstacles, even though our creativity seems to be just beginning to become unique and truly interesting.


All the best to you, my readers.

Strength, faith, and many years of creativity.

Last month

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On the eve of the last month of the year, again on Monday, the first day of a new week, I am writing a new post to talk about plans and past events.

Let’s start with the fact that this year, the year of the snake, was quite contradictory, not standard.
On the one hand, due to illness, I lost my eyesight, which currently limits my access to eye strain. This affected my current plans and work. On the other hand, I was given the opportunity to work in my gallery among young, quite talented artists from Etobicoke, but in that situation it was difficult for me to tune in to a big job and I left the gallery, because it took away my finances, which were not very large anyway.
After the autumn creative upsurge, I began to create more paintings on glass, wood, and plastic again, which significantly changed my work.


I was able to recreate what I had dreamed of for many years – I created some very beautiful decorative works, paintings on wood. And although this is not an easy job, because first you need to dry the wood, and only then, after processing, you can cover it and write on it. One work took up to a month of work. And the tone and brightness simply stunned me. I am very impressed with the final result and will return to such instillations again next year.
But as a work for sale – they are not suitable. They look very nice in interiors, on the walls of premises, but they have no collection value.


Another big work is still ongoing – this is the Christmas time and markets and fairs.
For this I have put a lot of drawing on Christmas balls. For over four years now I have been making new collections every year. This inspires me, gives me creative energy.
This year I have already participated in fairs, where people come to my tables for inspiration and joy, because my works shine with love and sunny diversity. They inspire people with joy and cause excitement and amazement from beauty.

I dare say that this work helps me get out of the state of illness, so I continue it.
Looking back at the last few years and the fact that the illness caught me in a daze, I was full of hopes and plans that were broken, but after a short rest, returning to drawing. I note that I have changed and it has become very bright and very interesting to draw.


Another interesting news that happened to me this year, I started doing master classes on Petrykivka painting, and the next one will be at the end of this week – this is a new branch in my work.
Being an artist is interesting. But being a teacher is a master who has already gained experience and can share it with young people. The fact that I am currently surrounded by young people is a very interesting time for me.
The fact that I teach people to draw, make them fall in love with art, help them overcome fear and teach them to draw is wonderful.

Another pressing and sensitive topic for me is how to heal people through creativity. From the traumas that are currently many around, people grow old, get sick, and close in on themselves. Art heals. I felt it when people approach my works, touch them, enjoy my works, smile. They get ideas and stuff – it’s very beautiful. This means that I convey love and light to them through my art. That I excite them to creativity.
So, in the last month of this year, I will still catch up on everything that I haven’t done yet.
Namely, at least this – in front of me stands a wooden rooster, which I have already processed and applied a base for painting. It is waiting for my work on it. I will definitely make it unique and unique, like everything I have done in the last two months.
Isn’t it wonderful.

It only remains to advise you to follow my website, where my new works will be exhibited.

https://www.saatchiart.com/en-ca/helenpolishuk

Remembrance day

Helen Polishuk

Remembrance Day is a memorial day observed in Commonwealth member states since the end of the First World War to honour armed forces members who have died in the line of duty. The day is also marked by war remembrances in several other non-Commonwealth countries

Remembrance Day in Canada is on November 11, World War I hostilities and honoring all who have served and sacrificed in Canada’s military. At 11 a.m., Canadians observe two minutes of silence to remember the soldiers and civilians who have fought and died in wartime, conflict, and peace. The day is marked by ceremonies across the country and is also symbolized by the red poppy, inspired by Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae’s poem “In Flanders Fields”.


Honors all who have served and continue to serve Canada in times of war, conflict, and peace. 

The red poppy, which became a symbol of remembrance after John McCrae’s poem “In Flanders Fields” described the flowers growing on the battlefields. 

The day serves to remember the more than 2.3 million Canadians who have served and the over 118,000 who have died in service. 

This year this day was held jointly with the Ukrainian community on November 8 in the park near the school on La Rose.Participants of the event, the patriarchs of all Ukrainian churches, the Ukrainian ambassador to Toronto, representatives of Ukrainian organizations, soldiers, the mayor of Toronto, and members of the public held a joint memorial service for the soldiers who died during the war.

It was a joint event organized by the Canadian and Ukrainian communities.

This event brought together representatives of the Ukrainian diaspora, and it was touching to see our oldest representatives, our glorious warriors, and our famous people, representatives of the diaspora, at this event.

I was especially moved to tears when the soloist of the Royal Ensemble ser MCpl Oliver sang the famous Ukrainian partisan song from the Second World War ,,Пливе кача”.This underscored the Canadians’ support for our diaspora and solidarity in Ukraine’s war against Russia. During the resistance, partisans sang this song when burying their fallen. It has remained a symbol of remembrance for the Ukrainians who perished in the war and has become a song that brings tears to our eyes.

I’ll digress and tell you a little about this day and the events associated with it.

Many people wear artificial poppies on their clothes in the weeks before Remembrance Day. Red poppies symbolize the memory of those who died and white poppies campaigns for non-military interventions in conflict situations. On November 11, special church services are organized. These often include the playing of “The Last Post”, a reading of the fourth verse of the ‘Ode of Remembrance’ and two minutes silence at 11:00 (or 11am). After the service, wreaths are laid at local war memorials.

The official Canadian national ceremonies are held at the National War Memorial in Ottawa, Ontario, according to a strict protocol. A service is held and wreaths are laid by armed services representatives. In May 2000 the remains of a Canadian soldier who died in France in World War I, but was never been identified, were laid in the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier at the National War Memorial.

Since then, members of the public have laid poppies, letters and photographs on the tomb. Similar services and events are held throughout Canada. Some schools that are open on Remembrance Day hold special assemblies, lessons and presentations on armed conflicts and those who died in them.

Remembrance Day marks the anniversary of the official end of the World War I hostilities on November 11, 1918. World War I was a massive conflict was played out over the whole globe, but particularly in Europe, where troops from Canada supported the Allied forces.

World War I resulted in the loss of huge numbers of lives amongst both civilians and military personnel. Many more people were badly injured. The war left great emotional scars in the servicemen, who had experienced it, and in the communities, whose sons, brothers, fathers, uncles and even grandfathers had died. Remembrance Day commemorates those who died in armed conflicts, particularly in and since World War I.

In Canada, November 11 is officially called Remembrance Day, but it is also known as Armistice Day and Poppy Day. Remembrance Day is commemorated in many countries, particularly members of the Commonwealth, including Australia and New Zealand (where it is also referred to as Armistice Day). In the United States, Veterans Day falls on the same date. In the United Kingdom, the Sunday closest to November 11 is known as Remembrance Sunday.

Five Remembrance Day Facts

  • Remembrance Sunday always falls on the second Sunday of November. …
  • 11th November symbolises The Armistice. …
  • Poppies are associated with Remembrance Day. …
  • Over 1.2 million British soldiers have lost their lives since the start of WW1. …
  • Remembrance Day isn’t just to remember the fallen of WW1.

On Remembrance Day, you can say or do things like observing the two minutes of silence, reciting”Lest We Forget” or the ” Act of Remembrance ” ,and thanking veterans for their service. It’s important to avoid saying “Happy Remembrance Day” because it is a solemn occasion, not a holiday. 

Thanksgiving Day

Helen Polishuk

Thanksgiving is approaching, and as always, I thank everyone around me—I love and appreciate you very much.
I thank my entire family and my parents for giving me life, raising me, and educating me.
I thank God for His wisdom and love for us.
I thank the land on which I stand today, which has given me shelter and helped me. I thank once again those people who are around me at this time and are my support, my encouragement, and the inspiration for my work.

Last week I was lucky enough to be among the participants of the festival NUIT BLANCHE TORONTO 2025.

Besides a sleepless night, a surge of emotions from the huge number of art installations and meeting the artists themselves, I still have an orange volunteer cap.

I was lucky enough to spend the night not far from me, in Humber Collage’s location.

Who was with me in this location? Tell me about yourself, write. I think you liked everything that happened there that night. I had the brightest and darkest red place. This is a beautiful installation by a wonderful Iranian artist, a professor at the University of Toronto, NILOO INALOUEI.

The installation was called Woven Words and carried the connection from the Global South to Turtle Island,conducted communication by fragments from contemporary Iranian poetry by filling .

Those who came to this location could touch the tightly woven fabric scraps that hung smoothly from the ceiling, find lovingly written poetic lines, and walk through them, feeling a connection with themselves. It was the most sensitive, tender, and pleasant location.

We were helped to create this beauty by the warm autumn weather outside, the huge number of Toronto residents interested in culture and art, and the wonderful aura that surrounded us.

End of September

Helen Polishuk

Today will be a lot of words and few photos, and not because there’s nothing to add. There’s a topic I want to discuss and leave here.
My future posts will also be slightly modified.

I want to say right away about tomorrow, this is the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation,it is an annual federal holiday in Canada.

I’m pleased to live in a country that celebrates holidays and offers memory and historical justice to all communities that exist in Canada’s provinces.
It was in Canada that I developed a respect for the laws that help preserve the cultures of newly arrived communities and appreciate the history of this country’s origins.
We, all living in this country, respect the way a culture of love and respect for the natural environment is honored and developed. We have the largest parks, and it was here that I became a lover of parks and reserves. I’ve learned so much from living in Ontario. I also benefit greatly from cultural and social workshops and lectures where First Nations people teach us their foundations and secrets. I was pleased to participate in one such summer program this summer.

My activities and my already not-so-short life in Canada have deepened my understanding and exploration of my roots. Through cultural centers, social groups, and summer festivals, I learn a lot and deepen my primary knowledge.

Tommorow Day of acknowledge and undestanding the profound and ongoing trauma caused by Canada residental school system,which uninterionally harms Indigenous children,families,and communities.

This day reminder anout colonialization,help support cultural revitalization and commit to building a more inclusive and equitable future for all Canadians.

It is the migrants and newcomers, more than anyone else, who are very sensitive and sensitive to the country’s historical past and are unlikely to want it to be repeated. That’s why our country is multicultural, and that’s very gratifying.
How will this change our children? What skills will they acquire living in a multiethnic community? This, of course, means improving cultural skills, building a system of cohabitation and coexistence, and respecting and understanding each people.

Harvest time

Helen Polishuk

This is a magical time. I’m experiencing it for the first time. Today is September 22, 2025.


Just yesterday, a sunny, warm summer day, we were enjoying the continuation of the Canadian summer. It was 25 degrees, the air was lightly dusty and filled with the scent of wilted leaves, parched soil, and earth and asphalt cracked by the heat.


We all waited and prayed for rain, which, according to the weather forecast, was supposed to come, but somehow passed us by, and I mentally envied the places where it happened.


Nature was waiting for moisture, calm. The trees were waiting for the signal to shed their leaves and bare their leaves before winter arrived. And today, after a night of rain with thunderstorms and lightning, that transition and that period we had been waiting for so long have arrived.
And I celebrate it with pleasure.

I don’t know what another person feels at this time, but I began to see these changes. Although, unfortunately, my eyesight is very poor. Sensations and perceptions are added, mixed with knowledge gained from literature and sources.
For example, spiders have become active and have begun spinning webs wherever possible. Just now, standing in the kitchen, I noticed a small fly caught in a spider’s web, and he was actively wrapping it around her. It was still resisting, but he pricked it with his proboscis; it convulsively shuddered, and he quickly wrapped it in web. There were some bugs nearby, already in a cocoon. I remembered that this fly was flying around yesterday, hitting the kitchen window. I noticed it was small and not as strong as the previous ones. Apparently new, young. It hadn’t gained strength yet. And today she’s already in the web, shuddering, awaiting the final dose of poison.


I took the tip of a knife and broke the web. The spider ran away. I placed the fly on the paper. What can I say? She’s moving, but her wings and legs are obediently folded alongside her body. I carried her out into the yard, where it’s still warm.
Will she survive? I laid her on the grass. Soon after the rain, there will be sunshine. Who knows? But I’ve broken some cycle again. She should die, no, I intervened, freed her—let her live.

The air after the rain is very fresh and pleasant.
The trees have shed the dust that had settled on them over the past few months.
We had to water them to maintain moisture in the soil. But many things have reacted to the changing weather. For example, the raspberries, which love moisture, have dried out considerably. They haven’t produced their second crop, as usual. The growth of many trees and flowers, which usually have a beautiful, lush appearance by autumn, has unfortunately stopped.
But this year the tomatoes have flourished and produced an endless harvest.

The rain beats pleasantly on the glass, leaving a funny, blurry pattern on it.

The birds have fallen silent. You can’t hear them as you usually do in the early morning on summer days. Besides the spiders, the squirrels in the garden have become more active—they’ve dug up all the bones and roots they like from the pots and brought me half-eaten nuts in return. They sit in the tall trees nearby, and you can hear them gnawing, gnawing, gnawing. It’s some kind of animal instinct—to gnaw on as much as possible before the cold weather sets in.
Establishing neighborly relationships with the squirrels, I feed them, leaving them apples and bringing them fragrant nuts. There’s a section for them in the bird feeder, too. They love corn. But I’ve stopped giving them food with added corn so as not to attract mice. I also agreed with the mice not to venture onto our property; stay with the mean neighbor. There’s no honey or food waiting for you there. We’ve cleaned everything out and sealed the cracks. They’ve stopped coming, but sometimes they still sneak in to collect something—these are field mice, which feed on roots, plants, and grain. It’s impossible to get rid of them completely, but I try to keep them out of our area. I can’t imagine how people, like farmers, live near forests or in villages.
We had a wild bunny last year. I even bragged that finally, a hare had made its way onto our street, amid the noise and cars, among tolerant, kind neighbors. Don’t be surprised, Canadians even feed this animal, which digs burrows and lives, most often in park areas along the lakeshore. I admired such people. Last year, we got one too. But apparently, not everyone liked it. There are Chinese and Vietnamese, a Serbian woman, Canadians, and Italians around. Some didn’t like it. I never saw it again.
But the skunk comes. Its scent is unmistakable. The trees are large, so it comes at night. It climbs the fence and sits there. It waits until everyone falls asleep and, apparently, finds some food. I know that these animals also prefer to live near the lake. They feed and love fish. Perhaps one of the neighbors, based on their diet, attracted this animal. That’s the kind of wildlife we ​​have around here. This is Toronto, a country tolerant of animals. I’ve noticed that with the onset of autumn, I feel more inclined to describe and share my observations with you.
Drawing is becoming difficult; my eyes aren’t the same. My vision has worsened. But there’s no despair, although my mood has been dulled by this. I have to switch to a different mode, readjust, and help myself find something beautiful and pleasant in what’s happening within me over the years.
Today, I’m celebrating the arrival of the velvety, colorful season in Ontario.

It’s about to get beautiful, and this celebration of vibrant foliage on the trees will last until the frost and the first snow.
And they’re already very close.


Well, let’s welcome them.

Just about one day

Helen Polishuk

Ah, this September.
It’s unlike any other.
It’s unexpectedly warm.
I remember how in the middle of the month we’d either walk around in rubber boots and under umbrellas or wear down jackets because the northerly wind chilled us to the bone.
This year, summer decided to extend, and September brought warmth and sunshine until the end of the month. You can swim in the pool and sunbathe, which is unusual for our northern climate.
But that’s not always the case.
One bad thing is that plants and trees react to this with stress—they shed their leaves early.
And another problem: small streams have dried up. There were many of them in the Toronto area. But now many have dried up, which is very bad for the microclimate. The soil suffers, the trees suffer. It’s dry.
This kind of weather is observed all over the globe, and it doesn’t bring joy.

I don’t know what will happen next year, but we live in a time of change.
Today I’ll tell you about a day in my life.
Everyone has one. And I’m sharing with you how I spend my weekend.
So, we woke up this morning and decided to drive 20 km from home to have breakfast as a family somewhere on the outskirts of Mississauga.

Why?
I just wanted to sit in a nice cafe or restaurant with the whole family and eat something Middle Eastern while the weather was nice—felyafel, khomos, eggplant, bean salad, kofta, and delicious tea from a teapot, like they serve in Jordanian cafes.
We were just reminiscing about our old life and wanted to relive the flavors of that time.
We had a delicious meal in a small restaurant, sitting on the veranda.

So the day was just beginning.
At midday, we decided to stop by the jazz festival that was taking place in Port Credit.
A very crowded and interesting festival that attracted people from all over Ontario.
We arrived just in time for the musicians’ awards ceremony.
There were several stages, and bands and musicians were playing on each.
Port Credit is a very popular place for strolling in Mississauga.

You can never have too much music. The pleasure it brings is indescribable.
And finally, at the end of the day, a family walk on the lake.
I must say, there are few mosquitoes and midges at this time of year, so it’s pleasant to stroll along the lake.
That’s exactly what we did.
And the photo I’m posting for you is unique.
It’s rare to see Lake Ontario like this—filled with algae and shallow, with less water.

Of course, could it be from the full moon?!
Yes, it’s the full moon that does this.
So, I decided to take a photo of the blood moon that so much has been written about.

She’s beautiful.
But you probably can’t see her very well.
I mean, there are the streetlights and the moon.
I’ll take another photo for you, more detailed.
That will be better.

Well, it seems to have worked.
A short story about a day in my life has worked.

Last week big sale

Helen Polishuk

There are a few days left in August and the first days of September to buy large paintings at a huge discount in the online gallery SAATCHI ART GALLERY

https://www.saatchiart.com/en-ca/all?query=helen%20polishuk

Final Week to Save 20% on Works That Move & Uplift

These are the days of celebrating the 15th anniversary of my favorite site and online gallery.
I will tell you a secret. that it is unlikely that you will find my works anywhere in other sales platforms today and this year.
Only on the Saatchi site

This is a great opportunity to get a large painting at a reduced price.


In addition, there is a very funny last series of paintings created in my unique style.


Visit the site and choose what you like best.

Yours Helen Polishuk

15 Years Creativity

Helen Polishuk

Hello dear readers!

Today is a wonderful and very pleasant occasion to contact my dear online gallery @Saatchiart through you and congratulate it on its small anniversary. 15 years of constant creativity! Great! I wish you success and even more artists.

Since 2010,through gallery have bought art into over 130,000 homes across 150+ countries,its amazing!

Help to build sustainable careers for many artists includihg me.

Even with significant changes in marketing and collector culture, a platform has been created and strengthened that is evolving along with the trends in the development of the art painting sales market.

It’s great that this is a mutual development, both of the online gallery and the artists and their works. The difference of the Saatchi Gallery is that it tests new platform functions, implements and improves, helps buyers easily find what they are looking for.
Yes, we artists try to create something that brings joy and awakens thoughts, conversations and debates. This is how art is created and it lives.
Happy New Year and a little holiday to you, Saatchi Gallery.
And I remind you that in honor of this celebration, the gallery made discounts and traditionally I take part in them.
I exhibited a new collection of works, which is very bright, childish, naive, funny, joyful and pleasant. Style and color cannot be taken away from me. My original style has been developed over years of work and is not comparable to anyone else.
It remains only to thank my fate for this and you, my subscribers and readers, I invite you to the Saatchi gallery page

https://www.saatchiart.com/en-ca/helenpolishuk
Sales…Sales….Sales…Discounts……..Holiday…


This company officially runs from August 15 to September 2 .2025.
Hurry up, grab your happiness and the moment of a successful purchase thanks to the celebration and discounts.

Park in Mississauga

Helen Polishuk

It has become a tradition that I write a post not about today, but after some time. This does not change the basis of the post, but lags a little in time. Well, it is already the second day of autumn weather, autumn temperatures, and I return you to July, where the sun is in full swing, where every day was stuffy, dry and very sunny. Probably there were many requests and prayers from the residents of our country for more sun. So we got what we asked for. As if on command – from the first days of June. summer in Ontario, very hot days came.

The salvation from the heat and heat at the beginning of summer was an afternoon walk in the park. So Barbara and I decided to walk through our favorite park in Mississauga. Why our favorite? The largest Art Center in Mississauga is located there. Therefore, every time we look into the park, we invite ourselves to the gallery, to see what it has to offer, what activities there are and what’s new.

And of course, take a look at my favorite house, which is located next to the art center. A wonderful place in all respects. I even chose it as a location for making a film a few years ago. It is very well-kept, brings its beauty and taste to the beautiful landscape of the park.

The color of the flowers and greenery of the trees combined with the architecture of the building and the small park around it. The care of the people who look after this place attracts many people here every day.

And in the evening it is especially pleasant to walk in the shade of tall trees, fragrant herbs and many-sided flowers. This is a fabulous place for romantics, lovers and just lovers of walks in the park.

And I will allow myself to express gratitude for this piece of paradise in the middle of Mississauga. Although I can’t walk there and I’m not a resident of Mississauga, I still enjoy walking in this park.

In the park they grow a lot of different types of flowers. They try to grow potatoes, tomatoes and cucumbers – we saw this in their experimental beds. In mid-July we went and saw what they had with the harvest. It was very interesting, because for me, as a gardener, the tomatoes were standing and slowly setting flowers. And the cucumbers in general decided to burn in the sun and get sick. No matter how I changed their places, they were exposed to the virus and the leaves dried up. And in the park at that time there were live, very large cucumber leaves and a lot of ovaries. Apparently, not only the place affects, but also the soil and the type of plant itself. Mine were bought ready-made in the store and this is my last purchase – it is better to grow from seeds than to spend money on seedlings heavily treated with growth hormones that cannot produce a harvest. In Ontario this is a problem, since we have a very short summer and we need to quickly grow and harvest. I do not envy our gardeners.

It’s easier with flowers, because there is no harvest here and you can calmly enjoy the blooming of luxurious lilies, roses and gladioli.

Fortunately, the park has plenty of flower species and their color and brightness are amazing.

I don’t even know which types of flowers I prefer.

Still, probably bushes, without flowering. I like them more.

Even these wild yellow flowers look different in well-tended flower beds.

This is a small house for bees, wasps and all sorts of insects, which can find there what they usually look for at the end of summer. Hide for the winter. This is collected to show to children who come here as little lovers of the park and nature. This year I have seen many of these summer camps with this focus. I am very glad that so much attention is paid to teaching children culture and caring for nature.

Walking among the trees, I look closely at the varieties of tree species growing here. For example, it is considered a favorite delicacy of birds.

This is a Christmas tree. But it is very well-groomed and that makes it look like a queen.

And this is my favorite wooden cart, where I made a film. The cart has already completely collapsed, but as an element of decor, it fits very nicely into the architecture of the park.

Well, let’s walk through the colorful flower beds again and feel their aroma. It is especially prominent during hot weather and at the end of a hot day it can be especially felt.

Echinacea is planted here too.

Another lily bed

If you think that it is boring and tedious here, it is not at all. In the summer, many concerts and events are held here in the art center building. Live music, meetings with artists and various exhibitions.

And I don’t want to leave the park at all, because this diversity of blooms gives harmony, calms, sets you up for an energetic rhythm and leaves a lot of memories for cold winter evenings. Publishing this memory, I wish for my friend a speedy recovery and look forward to new walks.