Winifred Wikkeling

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round

What if we raised a shield…

Most often a mirror is for gazing, at times for questioning and sometimes for reflecting.

Ah…the Dutch. Clever, liberated, progressive, open. Intellectually curious about all cultures, history and creativity.

Every so often we realize that the child in us holds much sway over our tastes. We never quite got over the elfin world of Galadriel, and the work of Natalie Shau makes us envious.

A spritz or two of rose,

me, at the tip of my toes, my nose in pursuit,

hovering close,

brushing lightly the curve of the base,

I follow rose to the hollow,

there below the ear, savoring,

I take a deep breath in,

holding rose briefly, I release, reluctantly, but rose stays with me,

when I open my eyes,

he smiles knowingly,

how easily I succumb…

Occasionally we suffer bouts of self importance that lead us to believe the designer should tailor their work to match our tastes and desires rather than their own.

With a name like Winifred, it should be no surprise that we have an affinity for traditions more of the Victorian kind.

Contemporary architecture frequently leaves us wanting.

English is our second language. We arrived in America knowing 3 words. Eight days after leaving Spijkenisse we found ourselves enrolled in 6 classes where we did not understand anything.