Springtime Sighing All Along The Creek



Some weeks are good weeks.
Some weeks are great weeks.
This was a great week.
It must be spring.

Bald eagle's back in the cottonwood tree
The old brown hills are just about bare
Springtime sighing all along the creek
Magpies ganging up everywhere...
[Ian Tyson]

I don't think I've ever appreciated daylight savings quite so much!
The extra daylight in the late
afternoon has been a joyful shot in the arm for me.
I'm finding the time to do everything I want to do.
Winter tends to feel like a constant crush for time and daylight. Do you feel that way?
I'm glad for the new season, it's almost upon us, you know.
When Saturday clicks over into Sunday
our hearts are going to perform a vernal stampede.
The magpies will drop
their gold and fly over to our outstretched hands as we stroll
about commenting on how everything is
coming up tulippy.

Even the naked lilacs will grin
in the breeze, thinking about the purple and white poofs to come.
Springtime really is sighing all along the creek.

You know, spring really is a mild mannered seductress.
She makes you forget all about the things
that need doing -- taxes, chores, running a small business.
She makes you go climbing with Sue in the afternoons.
She makes you run four extra miles just because the sun feels so burly.
She makes you whip up pots of iced tea.
She's oblivious and makes you oblivious
to your responsibilities.
But I say, after a long, dark winter, we're all allowed to lose
our sensibilities for a stint.
It's only fair.
It's only balanced.

Back to the stuff. I was highly distracted, all week long,
but I managed to finish up a handful of projects
yesterday afternoon before I closed my studio up and took to the hills:

I made a new Saddle Ring. Well, two of them actually. One is mine, one is yours. There’s something so sweet and strong about this piece. It’s incredibly organic to the touch and to the sight. The main body of the ring is actually anticlastically raised making it beautifully tactile and very appealing to the sight. It catches the light in all the right places. Feminine details detract from the bulk of this piece — a fresh water pearl and the faint face of a poppy on the surface of the silver make this ring so delicate for the wearing. This ring is a larger size. I believe it’s around a US ring size 9.75 or 10. Perfect for a pointer finger which is where I have been wearing and loving my Saddle Ring.

A new set of Isadora Earrings for a woman who is cuckoo for teal. I haven’t anything but the very best adjectives in mind when describing these earrings. They are romantic, dark, light, a force of nature, tarnationally organic (NO. TARNATIONALLY IS NOT A REAL WORD.), musical in their movement and somewhat bold. They are quite long and the shank that the stone is connected to is beautifully bound up in sterling ribbon which is so romantic and Swan Lake and ballerinas.

I finally made a Rumors of the Sea Ring. I’ve talked at length about this series in the past so I won’t bore you here but I will make mention of the fact that this piece DOES have a freshwater pearl set inside the enameled dome. Also, all of my enameled pieces are fired multiple times and counter enameled for strength and durability. Gosh. I love this ring and this series. I may never grow tired of it.


Lastly I made a Raven Necklace. I know. You thought I made it through, free and clear of my raven obsession. Nope. Here’s another one! This beauty is built of sterling, 14 karat gold, fresh water pearl and ocean jasper. The pendant actually drops off an incredibly long, hand fabricated sterling bone that I’ve wrapped with sterling ribbon. I’ve balanced the asymmetrical nature of this piece using ocean jasper and leaf which makes for a lovely amount of independent movement within the structure of the pendant. There are so many details to this piece that I’m not sure what else to share with you. Look at the photos! I wanted this pendant to look like a specimen box, of sorts.
On the backside of the pendant is the Latin name for the common raven: CORVUS CORAX
And I’d consider this piece to be part of my Cabinet of Curiosities Series. It’s a bit creepy, a little bit dark, a little bit E.A. Poe (nevermore nevermore) and soooo unique. I really love this design. It feels great on. Musical and heavy.
I’m not sure how many of these pieces I will get listed in the Etsy shop today.
RW and I have a shocking amount of packing and shipping to do which will probably carry
over into Saturday. If you don’t see them for sale today you’ll be able to find this new work up for claiming on Monday!
I hope you are all having a beautiful, Turkishly Delightful
Friday. I want to hop in Talulah and drive up the side of a mountain
with a cup of mint tea and a book about the American Buffalo
but I’m going to work instead.
Because I kind of need to.
Love to you all!
xxxxxxxxx
THE NOISY PLUME

I’ve been searching for a heart of gold…

Built of sterling & agua nueva.

I started sketching designs featuring Raven forms while visiting Hawaii in December. I’m not sure what made me think of them, while in the tropics. In my mind this bird is such an iconic character of the red rock desert of the Southwest and the Pacific shorelines of the Northwest. I designed a belt buckle first with a set of double banners stating:
I’ VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR A HEART OF GOLD.
Iconic words constructed by Canadian rocker, Neil Young.
I’ve yet to build it, but I can feel it coming on. Coming on strong.
I can be neurotic about music. I’ll play a song on repeat in my studio, ten times in a row, I’ll swing my hammers to it. I’ll throw my head back, shake my feathers and sing out those words. Lately it’s been this:
I’VE BEEN TO HOLLYWOOD
I’VE BEEN TO REDWOOD
I CROSSED THE OCEAN FOR A HEART OF GOLD

And each time I sing it, hear the guitar and the melody line, the raven comes to mind.
February 9th, 2010
JOURNAL ENTRY MADE WHILST CROSSING THE
LANDSCAPE OF THE NAVAJO RESERVATION, ARIZONA

Under a faint sunset, amidst an isolated flurry of snow, above the rumple and ripple of red rock, a cluster of ravens wing their way into substance from the fine line of a distant horizon. I watch the ink black grace of their wind riding. I blink. I lick my lips; tuck a loose strand of hair behind an ear. I look in the rear view mirror at the pink plume of dust rising up from the pull of nobby tires on vermillion rock.
We take the road less travelled.
We go where we please.
That’s the joy of wearing wings.

What is that heart of gold, anyway?
The love of your life?
Pure intent?
Courage.
Merit.
An awareness of life span and the ability to make the most of all possibilities.

I think the ravens are searching for a heart of gold.
But not for the reasons the magpies do.
There’s no greed involved.
No need to hoard treasure like dragons.
Just the quest, the realization, the testimony at the end of it all.

This piece makes me want one.
A heart of gold.
Ringing like a bell in my chest.