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Petite Caja
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I like the beauty of the ugly, of the decay, the ordinary. To prove that just because you pass it by for something ordinary or ugly it doesn't mean it is. I want to show the sides that other people don't.

I want to show what other people miss, that dying leaf or that burnt flower... I want to give a place for those who aren't seen. I want to show you the broken, the dying, the sad, the hopeless in nature.

I want to show the beauty no matter if it's a perfect flower or a crooked one.


Find me elsewhere
Blog: petitecaja.blogspot.com
Twitter: twitter.com/petitecaja
Website: petitecaja.com
Pinterest: pinterest.com/petitecaja/
Shadowness: shadowness.com/caja
Instagram: instagram.com/petitecaja

I sell at:
Etsy stamp by reavel
cajacreations.etsy.com

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My 2005-2015 in art

Journal Entry: Mon Jun 29, 2015, 4:22 AM
Gallery l Twitter l Blog l Shadowness

2-10 pieces from each year:

I tried to take pieces that are special to me somehow or ground breaking for me and I also tried to take the positive ones
since I have a few which are a a little too hard to see at the moment - the only exception to this is the poem
"Late June 2010" since I couldn't see this feature without it.


2005

Green garden by petrova Flight for life by petrova



2006

Sundown by petrova The violin by petrova



2007

[empty]



2008

Autumn creek by petrova Alone by petrova
To the light by petrova Some say church by petrova
Fairy dust by petrova Make love not war by petrova



2009

Night lights II by petrova Sucide prevention by petrova
Springtime by petrova Piece of my heart by petrova
Serenity by petrova Christmas ornament top: Bengt by petrova
Fairytale by petrova In the sun by petrova



2010

Pond Life I by petrova Nella by petrova
Tender by petrova Wildflower by petrova
Season view by petrova V I E W by petrova
Princess Daisy by petrova Leaving home by petrova
Late June 2010Farewell, good bye,
you left us old but still
way too young
to die
all alone in the TV glow.
You were too young to be
rushed
to the hospital,
too young to be that sick
but too passé to be saved.
--
Farewell, good bye,
you meant a lot to me
but of course
I never thought of telling you
how much
until you were in the white room
and the doctors said; "there's no time".
I cried, I knew it was true
while mum braved a smile and said;
"there might be chance",
but none of us went there
during those six days
you were sedated
to hold your hand and say;
"you meant the world to me,
thank you for being there".
--
Carl-Henrik, you will be missed and
never forgotten. Thank you for being
part of my life.




2011

(this was a hard year to keep within 10 pieces,
man was I productive! Some favs are left out.)
Life mystery by petrova Golden hour by petrova
My heart by petrova Tea silhouette by petrova
Sweet Sensation by petrova Laughing through lifeLive life, breathe,
touch the sky,
laugh --
find what makes you happy
and do it over and over again,
find who makes --
your butterflies escape your chest
and don't let go,
chase your dreams
and have no regrets,
no ifs,
smile to strangers,
give money to homeless,
dance in the rain,
why --
because you can,
break your limits,
open your ribcage,
let life, joy, love
into your heart,
be free - for real,
chase your dreams,
even the insane ones --
believe in hope,
trust your abilities,
climb mountains,
reach out a hand --
and touch the stars!

P E R F E C T I O NI'm unperfect, a little chipped,
a sinner and a saint,
I'm not white or black, more like
grey or greyscale,
I'm not in a neat heartbox with
straight edges or classic content,
I'm a rebel, but shy
and I'm yours if you call me perfect.
Love on a roof topI want to climb up a roof top with you
to watch the sunset, starry night and sunrise
with my head on your shoulder
and your hand in mine - all entwined,
I wouldn't care about hunger, pain or sorrow,
I would just sit there and watch nature's play
from spring to summer to autumn to winter.
If it would rain I would kiss you dry, if it snowed
I would take away the snowflakes in your hair
and if it stormed I would come closer to share
the warmth.
If you would scream I would scream with you,
if you would talk about nothing and everything
I would talk too and if I would see something
I would point it out so you could see it too.
So I don't care how many years it would be, or
how long our hair and toe nails would become,
I would sit there with you and talk or be silent
- all entwined, just as one.

Want to weave a fantasy worldI want to build forts from sheets
(I was never allowed)
in your room and let you find me
when you get home,
I want to giggle all night
with a lamp and a comic or story,
maybe with some shadow play,
in a tent - indoors,
I want to make snow angels
in the middle of the night,
because I can - it has snowed,
I want to see a unicorn
and let her lay her head
in my lap - I wouldn't tell anyone
(I might whisper),
I want to dance around
in the rain, in the snow,
in the moment
and hear you laugh - so close,
I want to build castles
and be swept away by
evil but kind hearted princes
and princesses,
I want to jump in piles of leaves
and make them fly far -
just like birds,
I want to believe in fairies
and magic,
that there's something
behind the curtain that I can't see,
I want the fairytales,
today,
tomorrow,
forever and a thousand nights more.
Where - doesn't matterI want to fly,
I want to live,
I want to breathe - do it with me,
I want to...
shake from laughter - like an earth quake,
love - like there will be no more
sunrises.
Run with me all over the world
and let yourself be wrapped
in spice scents and incense,
anywhere - everywhere,
be happy
and don't care where you get lost
as long as it's - with me.
So, close your eyes,
pick a spot
and pack lightly,
I will meet you there
in the crossing of what was before
and what will come -
where?
Doesn't matter.


Bonus
Why online volunteer?Why online volunteer? – A qualitative study about motivations to engage and work for free at an art-oriented online community
Abstract
People, today, use the Internet more and more for everything and there are courses on different aspects of our Internet use: social media, leadership, and networks. However, there is not much said about volunteering online, despite many active online volunteers who work several hours each day. It is relevant to know what inspires and motivates a person to volunteer to keep him or her motivated to continue to do so and to be able to get new volunteers. To find out what makes someone volunteer online, especially on an art community, I interviewed former volunteers and surveyed members with Seniority on the art site deviantART, which is one of the biggest art communities online. I used Volunteer Functions Inventory (VFI) by Clary and Snyder together with theories based on Manuel Castells' and Eva Jeppsson Grassman's w




2012

More by petrova Autumn dance earrings (OOAK) by petrova
Black Victorian barrette (OOAK) by petrova In the still by petrova
WallflowerEverything is so unclear,
I don't know anything,
it's limbo land,
a still stand, moving
nowhere,
not even the snowflakes
fall,
silence. Play and pretend:
breathing, living, sleeping,
maybe eating,
such a dreadful existence,
forward slowmotion, steps
backward,
but still
a slice of hope
for something more.
A song without musicI'm made of poetry
it runs in my black veins,
circulate,
mumble fair words into my ears,
like tinnitus,
I dance round round
to the poetry lullabies inside,
clucking in my blood
like the waves against the shore,
I know...
the poems will take me one day,
run me over, swallow me
and I will go with them,
take them in my hand and laugh,
because...
I was never made for this world,
I was made for my own,
a world with castles made of
poetry bricks and seams,
I am poetry. I am a poem.
I just don't have a name yet.
I am free poetry,
I will never be constrained,
versed, rhymed,
I am a flow of words
combined on a theme,
a thought, a feeling,
it's inside me, outside me,
it lines my dreams, my wakings,
I am this. I am a song without
music. I am poetry.




2013

Snow flowers by petrova Sleeping beauty by petrova
Oh October earrings (OOAK) by petrova The Fortune-teller by petrova
Home sweet homeIt felt like she had driven for miles on end, for days, but now she parked her rusty car in front of the ocean. All she could hear was the seagulls, not a person in sight except for herself. The sun was up but had just an hour or so ago begun its travels on the sky.
It was early spring so the sand was splotchy with areas of not yet melted snow but the ocean had already rid itself of the restraining ice, that forced it to calm down during the winter months. The sky was a mix between light blue and grey , the sun hid shyly behind the clouds.
Far away she could hear the waves clash against the shore. Not aggresively but like a love story of a couple separated by circumstances beyond their control, so every time they could touch they lingered for a moment to take it in so they can savour it until next time.
She felt like she had come home, finally. It had taken her years to come here, the place she touched with her bare children’s feet so many years ago. She cranked down the window a
VertebraeIt drips along my vertebrae,
dark, smudgy, reeking of
disgust,
it find the holes, the bones
downward,
it feels itself forward like
nervous hands on a nude body,
I can sense it: tingling,
falling, cascading, ruining
along my vertebrae,
It spreads like a fire in a dry
forest,
the animals flee in panic,
the vegetation screams,
nothing is left, only barren land,
It drips, like oil down my back:
the hate, the anxiety, the thoughts
of not being enough
slithers around my vertebrae
and break them,
one
by
one.

A missed dayThe fog wraps the buildings in,
make them seem shorter
and taller at the same time,
the cherry blossoms fall down
and are swiftly taken by the wind
along the numeorous city streets,
the clouds in the sky are heavy
with the first rain of spring,
ready to let it go -
it falls,
you don't look around,
you huddle under your umbrella
and hurry home -
you miss it all.




2014

Olympica earrings (OOAK) by petrova Nature green jewellery set by petrova
5 centimeters per secondYou are like an illusion,
a hologram trying to hold my hand,
you fade away into distance,
I slip through the fingers of time,
there is nothing real,
maybe it all is just a dream,
something to wake from,
you fall into pieces and melt
into thousand puddles,
a breath and you are gone,
but I remember you inside,
you are on my cornea
until the wind takes me
like the leaves on autumn trees,
and then we will be gone,
be a memory from yesterday,
with no footprints in the snow.
Catherine is coming to town: pre story- I love you but we’re not working anymore.
- What are you saying? You’re leaving?
They looked at each other in that instant as she said it, helpless and in pain, they knew it was over, it really had been for months, but it wasn’t until now either of them had said the words out loud.
- I think I’ve found someone else, he said.
She looked down on her engagement ring as the tears started filling up her eyes, she didn’t know what to say. It had always been them, they were stable and strong – happy – happy...ish. She had seen her life with him, they had talked about growing old and which countries to see together and now they stood there in different ends of the hallway of their joint apartment saying it was over, it felt unreal. He sighed and she looked up on him. His blue eyes were filled with tears as he looked at her. They just stood there silent and defeated.
After what she felt was hours she took off her engagement ring and put it on the dres

Solely by petrova



2015 so far

Untitled II sat there anxiously prepared to rip my skin off
- to bare my life to a stranger,
doodling on the paper in front of me,
a paper with all the information to remember,
I could feel the sweat in the armpits accumulating,
and I tried in vain to steady my breathing,
hand gripping hard around my phone not to shake.
The happy on hold music played relentlessly
- on repeat, every note stabbing me
leaving me gasping for air to its rhythm,
This was my final life line which I had fought against
- for months, years, holding it off in a naive hope
that life at some point needs to get better,
as everyone said it would.
Liars.
Blue bead chain earrings by petrova


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MadTeaGarden124 Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2015  Hobbyist
thanks for the llama ^^ 
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Sublime-Feline Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hi! This is the founder of Birds-And-Blooms

My apologies for putting this on your front page but I'm being told I've reached my limit of invites within the group widget-

Anyway, I've ran across your lovely gallery and I see that you have some beautiful Flower/Bird Photography in your gallery that would be a perfect fit for what we're looking for to adorn our group gallery!

If you would like to see your work showcased in our group gallery would you please consider this invitation to join membership!

You will find the JOIN Button on the left-hand side of the page!

Kind Regards-
Kitty!

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petrova Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2015  Hobbyist
Hi there, I have totally missed that you have invited me, been here in short moments now and then recently to do group stuff and such so my message centre have collapsed ;) So sorry for your wait, I will check out your group :aww:
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Ecfor Featured By Owner May 25, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Ska passa på att fråga :)

Jag gjorde denna bild men undrar om det är ok att skicka in adopts till Swec, är de av tillräckligt god kvalité?
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petrova Featured By Owner May 25, 2015  Hobbyist
Vi tar emot adoptables, men oftast brukar vi ta emot dem när de redan är sålda. Skicka in den så får jag fundera på om jag ska godkänna den medan de fortfarande är adopterbara (bilden i sig är det inga problem med) :aww:
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