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Sunday is Setting

May 31, 2009 by The Noisy Plume

The West Bench is blanketed in some unbelievable clouds.

My poppy bed has reached its zenith.

I’ve been in the studio since noon and have some girlfriends coming over for dinner, after which I’ll return to work until midnight or so. With the onset of summertime, I don’t feel guilty about embracing my night owl nature and working until 3AM some nights. It feels right and I make sure I do all my hammering before 9PM so as not to annoy the neighbors (though I think they are grateful I’m so small scale when it comes to forging since the gent who owned my home before me was a blacksmith!!!).

Kelly departed yesterday afternoon and while I had the very good intention of getting into the studio to do some work, my body felt ragged. I cleaned the house and rearranged my studio, painted a background wash on a huge canvas and went to bed early.

The presence of UmberDove was such a blessing. Her arrival perfectly overlapped the departure of RW on his first roll this fire season and we kept so busy, it was hard to find enough minutes in the day to miss him.

We spent, literally, every minute together making art. We only left Plume Gables to buy supplies or groceries. I now have a painting studio, Kelly took great delight in learning some smithing techniques, we did some sewing and then repeated everything I just mentioned until the wee hours of the morning. It was intense, in the best way.

We dined well out in the dappled sunlight of the yard.

And breathed in the expanse of Idaho while we watched the clouds sweep West to East; cleaning up this country and scrubbing the floors with zephyrs.

There were:

honest moments, silent moments, laughing moments, learning moments, vulnerable moments, moments of appreciation and wonder, moments of excitement, moments of elation….

Stepping back from it all, and reflecting on the time I spent with that woman, I cannot help but feel richer

and imbued with a new and fresh creative power.

But more than this, I feel like someone really understood my creative process and took a moment to speak Artish with me, and cultivate the concepts I’ve been obsessed with lately. Birds of a feather flock together, and we make a feathered pair like no other.

My mind is swimming with ideas and inspiration. I spent 3 hours sketching and writing before I fell asleep last night; dreaming of the possibilities that exist with metal, fabric, feathers, oil paints…I’m utterly overwhelmed. In every single way. In every good way. It’s like someone turned the faucet on and it’s running out of control, hard and fast, it cannot be turned off.

There are so many plans, so many ideas and time is so regimented and consistent. Couldn’t we squeak a few more hours into the day?

COULDN’T WE?

Dinner now and more makery later this evening, into the wee hours of the morning. My fingers, mind and heart are on fire. I could solder by touch, never mind a flame.

PS If for some reason I someday have to share a studio space with someone, it’s going to be Kelly. We can work side by side in the comfort and power of the presence of one another without saying a word, for hours on end, and then do it all over again the next day. To boot, we like the same music which is a big deal.

Filed Under: idaho, pocatello, umberdove

Good Gracious

May 28, 2009 by The Noisy Plume

Right when I thought I was about to lose my mind to this tornado of inventory building I had a pinch of sanity arrive here at Plume Gables and now self care has washed over me in a rogue and benevolent wave and all I can do is breathe and sigh and the reward of it.

Umber Dove has come to town.

She’s better than Santa Claus.

We’ve been sharing lunch alongside the grapevines.

Popping forkfuls of basil, mozza and tomato salad into our mouths.

Gardening for 10 hours straight.

Planting seeds.

Turning earth.

Painting our ghosts.

Dragging our skeletons out of the closet.

Pouring ourselves out (she’s a cup full, I’m half pint).

It’s a good match we women make.

She might be taller, but I’ve been running the in the mountains longer.

Midnight discussions about:

*conceptual art

*the word definition series and the weight of assigned words

*friendships and when to let go

*modeling in Milan

*the work of our men

And all the while

Pinkerton has been flipping his creamy fluff about in the verdant field of Plume Gables.

Penelope has barked at the mailman.

Farley has hunted bees.

It’s all so ordinary for being so extraordinary.

Filed Under: idaho, plume gables, pocatello, umberdove

Pour vous!

May 19, 2009 by The Noisy Plume

1. I keep expecting the weather to turn. We’ve got dark clouds hung up on Kinport Peak but they can’t manage to crash on through.

2. I cannot believe how many earrings I have made so far today.

3. I just watered the new vines on the back fence, their fuchsia blooms do look properly promising!

4. Macaroni and cheese for lunch. The homemade sort with extra sharp white cheddar cheese and pepper.

5. The mailman just strolled by. I see yellow packages poking out of my mailbox.

6. I’m wondering what the heck I’m going to make for dinner.

7. Boy howdy, those lilacs look grand.

8. Pinkerton practiced his climbing, on my bare legs, while I was sawing a sheet of silver into bits. I had to teach him the difference between legs and trees. Now he knows right from wrong.

9. I forgot to order pearls this morning. Shoot.

10. I’m resisting the urge, until 5PM, to drop everything I’m doing and run for the hills. Those black storm clouds don’t frighten me. I’ve got the itch to run in the souls of my feet (yes. i meant souls.).

Filed Under: idaho, pocatello

Bonjour bonjour!

May 18, 2009 by The Noisy Plume

Whew.

Things are heating up here in Pokey.

RW and I spent a luxuriously warm weekend up to our elbows in bike grease and perennials. Our garden is nearly set for summer with the exception of a few more flowering vines I plan on purchasing over the next few weeks. I love a garden I can count on year to year. Ours will be and is replete with poppies, columbines, Virgina creepers, clematis, lupins, hollyhocks, foxglove and a bunch of other beautiful stuffs.

When I wasn’t gardening,

I spent some time flowing through the sunset up in the hills.

The glorious glow of longer days can’t be ignored.

I find myself stretching for the last of the rays

and soaking up hot sunbeams like rain on desert.

Pinky is adjusting to his new home very nicely and in an effort to make him the loveliest kitten ever, we’ve been getting him used to all sorts of experiences and handling him quite a lot. This shot is ensuite bath time. What a fellow. He’s got eyes like Paul Newman.

Penelope Pie is as devious as ever and she requires constant and close watching in order to prevent the catastrophic dispatching of newly planted pansies and petunias as evidenced by this photo where she looks a little soggy after I had to shoot her with the garden hose when I caught her rooting about my new pansy patch.

The Big One nearly blew a gasket when we bumped a batch of pheasant up in the hills. Poor bird dog might go bonkers before September rolls around.

AND THUS, SUMMER BEGINS.

I’m trying to keep the flow of beautiful things steady in the shop and so today you’ll find:

LOVE is… ::::: laguna agate & sterling silver ::::: from the Word Definition Series

Soul Garden::mookaite from Australia & sterling silver

Pearly Gates Cuff::freshwater pearl and sterling silver

heavily rusticated and custom made for a 6 inch wrist

Filed Under: farley and penelope, idaho, New Jewelry, pinkerton, pocatello

Stopping to Smell the Flowers

May 15, 2009 by The Noisy Plume

Boy howdy the yard is smelling great!

Besides the bevy of fruit trees and grapevines here at Plume Gables, I just discovered three lilac trees in the yard. It’s sniffy delicious at the moment but I may go straight to heaven when the lilacs pop. Are there any other lilac fans out there?

I’m just back from running with Farley in the hills and it was heady indeed. The University area in town is pink, yellow white and red with blossoming trees. It was all I could do to put one foot in front of the other when I was struck with the desire to lay down beneath a crab apple tree and simply breathe.

SOMETIMES

BREATHING IS

GOOD.

RW had field day today. He and his crew hiked 12.3 miles up and down mountains in full line gear (45 pound packs, hand tools, chainsaws and fuel). He’s tired. So am I. We’re laying about in bed watching our single television channel. The Office (American version) just ended..I think that chick is pregnant…

I’m off to list a few earring in the Etsy shop!

I hope your all well!

Filed Under: idaho, New Jewelry, pocatello