They did it again. Everything becomes crabs. Even fungi.
Inhabiting shallow cerulean tide pools and turquoise lagoons these little guys roam and scuttle along the surfaces and rocky beds, siphoning whatever nutrition they can find. For all the scuttling around they’re actually physically attached to a larger body beneath the sandy bottoms. They have little depressions in the top of their ‘shells’ and make for fairly decent floating devices if you decide to pop into the pools for the equivalent of a ‘sound bath’.
Please don’t feed them.
Dimensions: 12”x72”
Matrerial: Wool, Mohair, Cotton, Silk
Crew: Celeste, Kafafian
They did it again. Everything becomes crabs. Even fungi.
Inhabiting shallow cerulean tide pools and turquoise lagoons these little guys roam and scuttle along the surfaces and rocky beds, siphoning whatever nutrition they can find. For all the scuttling around they’re actually physically attached to a larger body beneath the sandy bottoms. They have little depressions in the top of their ‘shells’ and make for fairly decent floating devices if you decide to pop into the pools for the equivalent of a ‘sound bath’.
Please don’t feed them.
Dimensions: 12”x72”
Matrerial: Wool, Mohair, Cotton, Silk
Crew: Celeste, Kafafian
