Waking Up in Portland

Winter really kicks my ass sometimes. But it’s March 1st and I am laying in bed listening to rain on my roof and small birds chirp and shuffle in their shrubs. These birds have reliably chirped each morning for the past 3 weeks and serve as a reminder that life is out there. The ice storm covered Portland and melted. We made it. The birds still chirp. The first buds pop open.

So here is to new beginnings. I’m working at the Children’s Relief Nursery in St. John’s doing art with kids and I truly love it. I’m spending a lot of quiet time with friends, at North Portland Yoga and reading in my room. Here are some titles I’d like to share with you that helped me through this winter:

The Wild Iris by Louise Gluck

The Wisdom of No Escape by Pema Chodron

Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke

All of these titles are wildly sincere and encouraging. I’ve read the Wild Iris about 5 times and will undoubtedly read it 5 more. It gives me new eyes each spring as I watch the Oregon flora unfold.

Despite my tendency toward hibernation this winter, I’ve slowly began working with a new medium for my tooth sculptures. The sculptures are more resilient and I am gladly accepting orders for jewelry. You can find a few necklaces at Bridge & Burn or directly contact me for custom orders at edhallenterprises@gmail.com. I’d love to collaborate and see one of them around your or a loved one’s neck.

For now I am looking forward to Spring and the burst of energy it delivers. I am also greatly looking forward to getting back to the trails. I hope to see you on one or two or three of them. More updates, sculptures and illustrations here soon.


Disco Molar Necklaces for Bridge & Burn


Custom Disco Molar Necklace & Winter Light


My Witchy Casa

My Love 2 You,



I’m Going Rip Van Winkel for the Winter.

Perhaps you’ve noticed that I’ve taken a hiatus from the blogosphere. Perhaps you haven’t. Either way, I am here to tell you: I have taken a half-assed hiatus from blogging.

I had some housing issues in Oakland that, in retrospect, were almost humorously messed up but I’m no longer in domestic peril, so that’s a win. It’s not really worth it to parcel it out here but I’m back to dreamin’, floatin’, seein’ where that leads me.

One place it has led me is to The Shining, a film I often return to in the winter. I’ve also been vibing with some Twin Peaks. A quiet trip along the Mt Hood highways, passing through motels and Timberline Lodge and the Portland trees webbed through gray sky each afternoon have me digging dark Northwest winter in a new way. I appreciate it, I want to draw and keep warm and hide out a bit.

So I’m going to do that. But here are some photos from the past week.


I hope to return from hibernation with many short stories, crude illustrations and more photographs. Many kisses until then.

– Elissa