I like to make stuff. Especially with fiber. It probably started when my aunt showed me how to sew. I wasn’t very good at making the tiny stitches she expected, but I never looked back. Since then, I’ve explored sewing, hand-spinning (making yarn), weaving, knitting, and felt-making, just to name a few techniques.
There’s something immensely satisfying about using our own hands to transform materials from one state to another. At times it feels magical. At other times, it’s just meditative and calming. Felt-making in particular, evoked the artist within me. Without following a pattern, or knowing exactly what would come next, I could make beautiful, expressive and useful felt. At first I thought there was something magical about felt that made the colors so lovely. After a while, I discovered that playing with fiber and color over a long period of time had produced an inner sense of how colors work together. Or maybe it really is magical.