La Grande Feuille
Kelly Clark
I spent last week in the warmth of California's central valley, bare armed and open toed. The golden rolling hills have a beauty all unto their own: scattered live oaks, grasses turned nearly white, wide blue skies and over all, the scent of dried earth. I filled up on it, as this is the land I was born to, raised in, formed on. It is, and alway will be, one of my homes.
When I returned North, the night fog stood to greet me. The dawn broke cold and bright, breath hanging heavy in the air. But after a week of all that California sun, the thing that cracked my heart wide open in the North was the color. I could feast on that chroma for the rest of my days. It catches me mid-sentence, mid-stride, mid-thought in a blaze of vermillion fire. It wraps me up in the tide of seasons, the shifting dance of growth and release, the marker of yet another year drawing down in a flaming burst of glory. If summer is the outstretched wings in flight, then autumn is the phoenix's fire. Halleluia I say.
La Grande Feuille - The Autumnal Rings
(sterling silver and carnelian)
So naturally, when I sat down with paper and pencil, when I opened the drawers full of stones and silver, I needed to make an homage to the glory of Fall. And so they are.
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(both rings are in the etsy shop now!)