Tag: WHITTLING
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.
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.
Oh no.
Thinking “cute” is too easy.
I had to immediately whittle a cat.
