My Palette Begins with Fleece

My Palette Begins with Fleece

When people imagine an artist’s studio, they often picture shelves lined with paint—rows of colors waiting to become a landscape, a portrait, or an abstract work. My studio has shelves too. But instead of tubes of paint, they’re filled with fleece. Romney....
Why Wool Is My Medium

Why Wool Is My Medium

People sometimes ask me why wool. Why not paint, why not clay, why not something that holds still. I understand the question. Wool doesn’t sit politely. It shifts under your hands while you’re working it. It has a memory — press it one way today and it...
The Part We Rush Through

The Part We Rush Through

There is a part of almost every project I’m tempted to rush through. Not because I don’t love it. Because I’m so eager for what comes next. Yesterday I was preparing my loom to weave a baby blanket. The pattern was ready. The colors were chosen. The...
Why do I create?

Why do I create?

It’s a question I ask myself often — usually in the quiet stretch between projects, when the wool is put away and the studio is still and I find myself feeling, strangely, lost. When I’m not in the middle of making something, something in me goes dim. I...
Nature Participates

Nature Participates

Yesterday I sat by the pool watching my granddaughters swim while reading a book on eco-printing. I had almost given up on it. Not because I wasn’t interested, but because I was approaching it as a technique. I wanted to understand the process. Which leaves...
Onion Skin Experiments

Onion Skin Experiments

For weeks I had been reading about eco-printing while quietly collecting onion skins in the kitchen. Family members began saving them for me. A bowl slowly filled on the counter as I gathered leaves from the garden and assembled supplies. I imagined delicate botanical...