- By Misty Gaze. I am residing in Athens again – researching here the world of the old comedies performed at the Dionysus theatre. Living...

By Miss Woodville. Armed with feathers! We move the flesh, the meat, the goods Armed with feathers! We tremble we shake, we quiver Armed w...

By Miss Woodville. Tis the season, now, when many a plant deflower, wither, surrender. Deprived of the soils nurture they no longer flaun...

By Mama Mangita My hair colour started changing in my early twenties. I aggressively pulled out every grey hair until a hair dresser told...

By Mama Mangita Slowly she grew inside me, stretching and bending the space within me. Then emerged: squeezed out into the world, still s...

By Miss Woodville - Lyrics: David L. Frishberg. Performance: Blossom Dearie. No further introduction necessary.... Peel me a grape, crush...

By Misty Gaze. At what other time do you get the chance to completely enjoy and celebrate your body in public! My first experience with b...

By Mama Mangita Four pregnancies, two babies. A completely normal thing that many women go through. I marvel at the normality of it. If m...

By Miss Woodville - There is something alluring about winter wheat. When every bush, every tree is naked and grey, when animals curl up i...

By Misty Gaze - It was a dark and cold night, I had put the alarm on for 04:30 am, the clouds were rushing over the sky, the moon was the...

By Misty Gaze - In Athens when visiting all the museums and all the stores in the ‘fashion/textile/fabric-district’, there are tassels ev...

By Misty Gaze - One evening in Athens, living there for a longer period, in February 2017, via new friends, I was invited to join them, e...

PLUMES is a newly developed Artist Collective, and this site is our working platform, until we have a stage to perform on. We are three p...