It Rains

'The Rain in Spain'  20" sterling silver, hematite; Kathleen Faulkner
photo: David Scherrer
  

For awhile, we all worried about the snowpack in the mountains: 

not much rain in November and December. 

The rain now comes down in buckets. 

February is making up for lost time.  

Somewhere on Fir Island; Kathleen Faulkner

Recurring Dream

'Untitled' 60" fine and sterling silver, hematite; Kathleen Faulkner

There it is again:  my recurring dream.  

Instead of images it is more about a feeling,  an energy,  a movement.   The giant mass of swirling tendrils moving, becoming faster and faster until a total anxiety is born out of the tightness.

Then, just as quickly, this 'thing' starts to unravel loose and slow,  slower,  until it comes to a point of anxiety once again.

Then, again, the whole process over and over until I wake being unable to sleep the rest of the night.

While making this necklace the memory of that dream re-appears.

Ode to the Birds

'Birdsville'  30x1.5"  sterling silver, colored pencil, glass lens, hematite,  Kathleen Faulkner

A lone gray bird,

Dim-dipping, far-flying,

Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults

Of night and the sea

And the stars and storm.

Out over the darkness it wavers and hovers,

Out into the gloom it swings and batters,

Out into the wind and the rain and the vast,

Out into the pit of a great black world.

Where fogs are at battle, sky-driven, sea-blown,

Love of mist and rapture of flight,

Glories of chance and hazards of death

On its eager and palpitant wings.

Out into the deep of the great dark world,

Beyond the long borders where foam and drift

Of the sundering waves are lost and gone

On the tides that plunge and rear and crumble.

                                                                      

                                       Carl Sandburg  'From the Shore'