One of the things I love about the English language is its fluidity, its inventiveness, its hunger for the new. I feel that it is that language which organically moves, dances with the speaker and not in the moldy rooms... Continue Reading →
I had this weird sensation while working on this rat bookmark. I felt like I was bouncing up and down a seesaw. Sometimes I found the project exhilarating, something I did not want to put down. Other times I definitely... Continue Reading →
If you'd ask me what is the hardest thing about designing a new pattern I'd tell you its figuring out how that piece of flat thing you are holding in your hand is going to turn into something 3D. Oh,... Continue Reading →
Recently I started noticing that a lot of the felt objects, ornaments that I made started to look worn. They look dirty and the contour of the designs themselves distorted. Upon closer inspection I realized, however, that it is not... Continue Reading →
While I was flipping through and reorganizing my pattern folder I (re)discovered something: an old idea I had for a rat bookmark. Looking at the drawing now, I am not sure why I put it away. What I mean is,... Continue Reading →
Lately I've been having these strange dreams. I dream with dead birds. Vividly colorful dead birds that lie stiff on the ground, on the table or in closets. What surrounds them moves, ebbs, but they remain still. Most of the... Continue Reading →
Just like writer's block will hit any journalist or novelist, so thus creation block hit a painter or the crafty one. When the before mentioned activity is an integral part of how you make your living you are in trouble.... Continue Reading →
I don't know about you, but I am convinced people either like hot or cold weather. I am definitely one for sunshine and warm breezes. So when it was -18°C/-0.5°F this weekend (yes, you are reading correctly and no, this... Continue Reading →
A week ago I found myself with a tin full of animals (did you see my post of Hjorton and Crumble?), a heart that fell in love and did not want to let them go, and no gift for my... Continue Reading →
Adri's Palette 