
Half hardened but not half hearted, sculpture between firm and tender
- ericafraaije
- Oct 11
- 1 min read
I grew up with an aversion to the throwaway society. During my studies in industrial design, I dreamed of creating objects so cherished that people would never discard them. It didn’t quite happen — I wasn’t commercially minded enough. Later, in household economics, I found what I had been seeking: care and frugality as values, and as a form of collaboration.
Still, I look kindly upon waste; I understand how exhausting details can be. Clutter costs energy — as does tidying up. What I do is no universal solution, at most an experiment within my own household — an attempt to live with what already exists.
Sometimes, after years, something finds its context and becomes meaningful again — a balance between the useless and the essential. Like this key — I call it Half-Hardened — a reminder of the possibility of a third way.



The third way - is also funny, - a good mood and just only a little bit absurd