Of all the things I most remember about learning to love art at an early age is the smell of the finger paints I used in class as a child. Art has always been the most honest I’ve ever felt about learning anything (in life or school), though I didn’t really recognize that until later in life. In spite of the fact that I never went a day without making things, it took me a very long time to realize that “making things” defined me.
A few years ago I stumbled into my local knitting shop in search of a new project. Felting was not immediately on my mind, until I saw some of the projects that the local women were working on. As I moved around the room it was like I’d found a language I’d forgotten I knew how to speak. It seemed completely second nature to me. Even though I’d never felted anything on purpose, I remembered all the amazing felted things my grandmother owned over the years… vests,...
- Joined February 12, 2009