A little whittled key holder, painted with watercolour, for our kitchen door.
Author: Minette Visser
So this above image is what the page for the symbol of the hibiscus looks like in my little Symbol Dictionary.
It’s a bit confusing.
The frangipani is an exotic, sweet-smelling, beautiful little flower. I wore fabric frangipani’s in my hair on my wedding day. My mother had a bouquet of frangipanis on her wedding day. For me there will always be this sweet connotation between the frangipani and the Bride. But.
“Worker bees are always female.” I read this statement as a child. But given what we know now about gender and that it is not binary, I have to question whether the little honey bees in my lavender bushes are female
The Emotion Wheel* is a tool developed by Dr. Gloria Willcox to help people describe…
The Undine is an old story of a water-sprite who marries a human boy. But she doesn’t have a soul.
A gift for my mother: a candleholder-installation. My son Finn had picked up the rocks – his gift-rocks. And I made the lions, and Willem made the hole for the tea light candle.
“Women are vases,”
How do you know a portrait is not just a portrait, but a picture of Persephone?
Birds can teach the soul.
Most people would, upon seeing this picture, think “cute” and that would be that.
But around the same time I saw this kitten, I also saw these bears. “Cute”.
But not me.
Thinking “cute” is too easy.
I had to immediately whittle a cat.
Made for Willem with Elle Baby Gold
So you know how, when you view Creative Fisheries on a mobile device / non-computer screen?
It like, totally sucks.
And in addition, in stead of the sleek beautiful fonts we had chosen
Webfonts went ahead and broke the fonts and then it looked like
Now the seal is a strange creature, in’it? Not particularly beautiful, yet graceful in the water. Playful. We look into the seal’s big black eyes and wish we could wrap ourselves in her skin, that we could rather gaze on the beautiful woman we perceive. We would entrap and enslave her, we would have her bear our children, perfect children, and we would tap all joy from her life to satisfy our own momentary desires.
So you know that feeling when your to-do list is 101 pages long (and that is only for the list of personal art projects you have ideas for, I haven’t even counted the should-do list) and you go visit your mother and she’s like “I’m giving up knitting for crocheting and I’ll be using cotton exclusively here’s all my knitting supplies and your dead grandmother’s knitting supplies too” and it’s a stash that’s bigger than your stash at home is and your mind says “where will I keep it?” but your craft fingers reach in and pull out 25 mm needles and the softest wool you’ve ever experienced and you just have to immediately start knitting up a cable scarf that is going to be too warm to ever wear because of climate change and you just don’t care because it’s the most wonderful wool you’ve ever knitted with?