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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.


Studio Peekery Sneakery


My studio smells like Jesus, a leathery, cedary, balsamish Jesus.  It's spirituality by virtue of air quality.

I may or may not have purchased a jasmine today and whisked it into the house while BC was distracted with the puppy-face.  But honestly, if more plants indoors equals better feng shui, then is there really any reason to put a cap on the number of green growing things in a studio space?  I think not...

If you know where I torn this image from then 1) you probably also have fabulous taste and 2) know that when I die I hope my bedroom in heaven looks exactly like this one.
I've been swinging a hammer.
There's a new medium to explore and it's name is leather, supple, malleable, lusciously paintable leather. This piece, the very first in what I hope to be a long line, is not quite done but I'm so beside myself with excitement that I had to show you.  It's the type of obsessive excitement where other todo's drop off the face of the earth in favor of following the muse.  It's the type [disclaimer: OTHER ARTISTS.  DO NOT THROW ME UNDER THE BUS.  I KNOW YOU DO THIS TOO] of excitement where you squirm in your chair because you need to pee but just...  need...  to...  work for ten more seconds.  Which inevitable turns into 20 minutes. 
I'll show you as soon as it's done, which will be sooner than later as I can barely tear myself away.  It's a doozy this one.

That said, I'm popping on a mixed CD and hustling back to work.  Hope your evening is filled with pomegranate liquor and vegan cornbread, as mine surely is!
Sayonara minxes and minxettes!