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I am UmberDove.

And by that, I mean an artist.  One who hears stories in the wind, who paints because it is what her soul tells her to do, who smiths because the muse moves through her fingertips, who loves nothing more than the promise of an unexplored trail, the sound of the ocean in her ears, and scent of a serious cup of coffee.



The rain has been falling, the darkness comes earlier each day, and the realization that winter is a'coming has set in. This weekend I was blessed to spend a great many hours in my studio. Printing "2008" has taken over a large portion of my mind and time, but I am giving it up willingly. Midway through a printing run (a sweet little white tule elk who is resting on the green of March - just wait - you'll see it) I realized how perfect this time and this place is.
Let me set the scene for you: Late afternoon, and the skylights in my studio have turned purple-blue-grey, the last dregs of light slipping westward. The bright lights inside are softened by candles, and the scents of jasmine and bamboo have overpowered the acidic smell of ink. The rain falls with force, ringing a twinkly tune on the windows above. Joss Stone soulful voice accompanies the rain, crooning a sad tale of love lost. Calendar pages lay flat on every surface, the old crow eyes the tule elk, who looks innocently back at me.
This life is good. Simple words because my pleasure is found in simple things.