“And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!”
-Lewis Carroll, 1872
from the poem titled Jabberwocky, which is currently my son Stephan’s favourite poem, especially when his dad reads it to him with a Scotttish accent.
He sees monsters everywhere detail
Initially my eldest son, inspired this work, because he used to see ‘monsters’ everywhere. He is quite tall for his age, thus looks older than he is, and he doesn’t like sleeping. He is also blessed with a vivid imagination.
I am constantly amazed how two children from the same household can be so different from each other. Where Etienne is sensitive and fearful, his brother Stephan fierce and a handful. I say this in the most loving and respectful way. I love them both in every-way.
He sees monsters everywhere 2016
I have a confession.
I am a pleaser.
I want to please my children.
I want to please my husband.
I want to please friends.
I want to please Art.
I want to please myself.
Why do I seem to always put my own pleasure last?
Here is an example of what happens when you want to please….
I wanted to work and stitch on a piece of rubber, but instead I took E (my 5year old son) fishing… because he kept nagging me to. I struggled to put on the bait correctly. Then I tried to juggle E and his brothers fishing rods. At the end we had to go home because it was getting dark and I had to prepare dinner. The fishing trip ended in tears because we didn’t manage to catch anything. So what should have been a pleasing experience ended up not being pleasurable.
Note to self: Please Pleaser stop pleasing!
“Octopuses are clever animals that can learn and remember things.”
“A female octopus lays strings of eggs and hangs them from the roof of her house. She keeps the eggs clean and guards them so carefully that she does not have time to eat. After about 6 weeks the eggs hatch into tiny octopuses and soon afterwards the female octopus dies of starvation.”
p18 from Ocean – The living world.
I have been quite intrigued with octopuses lately. We were lucky enough to see a live one at the beach between the rocks the other day. We caught it with a net, put it in a bucket and looked at it. We also let it suck our fingers. The children including me loved it. After we had a good look, we put it back.
When I have a patron someday I would like to make a huge octopus out of steel, bronze or maybe rubber.
Yes the above statement is inspired by Louise Bourgeois’s Maman
Isn’t it absolutely amazing? Who wouldn’t be inspired?
But whereas she found a connection with spiders (i like them too), my affinity lies with octopuses – maybe because I think that that is the ultimate symbol for motherhood, albeit not a very healthy one.