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. 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, coats, holiday ornaments… very old and very cool stuff that I’d always wondered about how they were made. Once I tried my hand at it I was hooked. It felt complete right and good, unlike anything I'd ever felt in my professional life. I love the art of felting (or fulling, to be more precise). As art goes, I am passionate about a few forms of it. Some come more naturally to me then others. In addition to creating various felted goods, I love sewing, embroidery, crocheting, quilting and painting minimalist landscapes with oil. Nantucket provides an endless supply of inspiration… it’s just mind blowing how much natural beauty is here. Mostly, I love working dimensionally, and knitting and felting grossly satisfies my need for it. Though not a formal art education, I have been making art for a long time and will always do so in one form or another. I am current living on the island of Nantucket, 30 miles out to sea.
