Another Sketch

[Sketching Spring Necklace :: sterling silver, 23 karat gold, copper & enamel]

Have I told you about how much fun it is to make the flower skeleton elements for these pieces?  The vision behind the flower bones is that beautiful, loose, sketchy look of charcoal on heavy art paper.  Know what I mean?  Anyway, I keep the structure of them and the fabrication of them as loose and easy as possible so that they almost look like real charcoal drawings, at least, in my minds eye they do.  A few days ago, I made a flower skeleton that turned out a touch too perfect looking.  I took it all apart and loosened the lines up a little to give it that “raggedy-end-of-winter-bristled-by-breeze-backcombed-sun-bleached-and-trampled-by-deer” look I was going for.  This necklace was a whim and it turned out better than expected.  I am charmed.  Again, there’s the lovely contrast of warm and cool colors here paired with a sort of lightness of being in the elements that build it.  This piece is a tunnel for a warm breeze, a thin cluster of thicket that allows wind sail and storm careen, the bony dust of last summer clinging to the riffles of the rocks, moon glow and aspen groan.

I’m thinking about keeping it for myself.  I haven’t kept a necklace in a good long while.

Take Two: Pod & Brambles

[sterling silver, copper, enamel & coral]

I finally finished my other Pod & Brambles Necklace.  You maybe can recall the first?  After a few different ideas and trials, I finally devised a slightly different chain for this version of the design which features two stark little branches that make the bail on the enameled component.  I love the contrast between the wild color and form of the pod and the minimal spirit of the chain — a perfect blend of whimsy and easy,  organic elegance.

Out At The Ranch

[bottle feeding sweet little Baby Gertrude]

I was down in Inkom this morning where it was branding day at a friend’s ranch.  I manage to attend and photograph the event every year and it’s always wonderful to witness the unity of a small Idaho ranching community, the cowboys and cowgirls doing their stuff (they have some serious skills), the ways families have grown and developed over the year, the horses working hard, doing what they were bred to do, and the cow dogs too, keeping a cattle herd moving and flowing across a pasture land.  What a way of life.  If you haven’t seen such a thing in person — a cattle drive, team roping, the athleticism of cutting horses, individual roping, steer wrestling and…well…the utter whole of it, I’m sure it’s difficult to imagine.  I wish you could all see for yourselves, the fascinating details and the men, women and beasts who belong to such a way of life.  Some of these folks are our good friends, and when I watch them work, I feel I have a clear view of the very roots of their existence and that view, to me, is a precious thing.

At some point, in the rain and wind, I wandered off into a pasture and collected some sun bleached cow skulls.  Up there, away from the wild action of the round-up, the meadow larks were singing, their melodies rising above the weight of spring showers.  The mountains had the exquisite soft look they get in the springtime when the green is new and splaying; the hills and mountains are pure tenderness rolling up and away, folding and unfolding like love letters to the sky.  I flushed a handful of pheasant from a cluster of volcanic rock and listened to them cackle wildly as they flew.  As I walked, I sang out poetry to the land and thought I could feel it wrap its arms around me and take me in.  Now, I wear a cloak of bunch grass.  There is balsam root in my hair.

This springtime of mine, I feel it chanting ribbons of magic and turning alive under the gaze of the sun.  I think the buttons are popping off the cardigan of my heart, as the very verve of everything is filled to the point of bursting.  I love this season.  It’s such a beautiful thing.

Just Passing Through

Sketching Spring

[sterling silver, 23 karat gold, copper & enamel]

I really love this design.  It’s substantial, modern, airy, slightly abstracted, with a wonderful combination of warm and cool color.  And boy howdy, does it ever look elegant on.  It’s like a sketch of spring, in metal and glass: the tumble of flower skeletons against swoops of wind, the emergence of pods and the rumple of buds, the promise I hear as the willows knock their hollow hearts together and beg for gowns of green.