βI sometimes think that peopleβs hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows whatβs at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.β – Haruki Murakami

βI sometimes think that peopleβs hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows whatβs at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.β – Haruki Murakami

My blog was on a snack breakβ¦but now Iβm back (and I brought chips) – NBC πββ¬

seDUCKtive muse, forever frozen in a moment of fowl play. π¦β¨π¦π
P.S. Secret ducky blessing:“May your cement never crack and your creativity never waddle away!” ππ

A cement cat statueβone side a messy burst of white splotches on black, like a wild hair day, the other scribbled yellow on black with blue shades. Both sides share a tiny red heart at the center: chaos all around, but the heart stays good.


This little one took me longer than expected to paintβnot because I had a plan, but because I didnβt. I loved how the waves and surfer side looked at first, but I thought, βMaybe just a tiny touch more detail…β and, well, chaos followed. I ended up repainting the whole thing.
Lesson learned: donβt fix what isnβt broken.
But hereβs the thingβthis snail is perfectly imperfect. The shell isn’t a perfect circle. The neck has a few bumps and uneven textures. And Iβm okay with thatβI love that, actually. These small flaws give each piece a kind of soul. They remind me that handmade art isnβt about precisionβitβs about feeling. About being human.


turning cement into tiny adventures. Hereβs a sneak peak at my snail statue – just completed painting one side with surfer riding the wave. Who says snails canβt be wild? π

βThank you Lord for this yummy food. May my furmom feed me this daily. rAmen! πββ¬

π¦Iβm out of cone-trol when it comes to ice creamπ¦

in the yeast and set in the waist.
β¦a βbrakedownβ when I saw this! ππππ
