Reflections from the studio, works in progress, natural dye experiments, and observations from a practice rooted in fiber, material, and nature.
It started with the stash. I wanted to weave towels as a gift, and before buying anything new, I went looking through the cotton I already had. Cones came out of cabinets and bins and eventually ended up lined across my kitchen island—naturals, creams, whites, blues,...
There is always a point in making something new when I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. I reached that point this week with a zipper. I’ve been working on a smaller WOOLBORNE bag, and I knew almost from the beginning that I wanted it to close differently from...
For years I thought a clean studio was the goal. Then I realized something about myself: if my studio is spotless, I’m probably not creating. This past week wasn’t about cleaning—it was about making space for the work by finding homes for my tools, letting go of what I no longer needed, and creating a studio that works the way I actually create.
A gifted pallet of raw sheep fleeces became years of creative possibility. Join fiber artist Karen Borga as she shares the story behind the wool—and why every finished piece begins long before anyone sees it.
The First WOOLBORNE Collection, and I am so proud of this work. It took me a year to arrive at something I'd put my name on—and along the way, plenty of people told me to just put it out there, that it was good enough. They don't know me. I wasn't ready to release it....
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. Icelandic....
Why did wool become my lifelong medium? The answer isn’t simply about texture or technique—it’s about listening to a material that already knows what it wants to become.
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 yarn was measured...
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 know this...
It started with the stash. I wanted to weave towels as a gift, and before buying anything new, I went looking through the cotton I already had. Cones came out of cabinets and bins and eventually ended up lined across my kitchen island—naturals, creams, whites, blues,...
There is always a point in making something new when I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. I reached that point this week with a zipper. I’ve been working on a smaller WOOLBORNE bag, and I knew almost from the beginning that I wanted it to close differently from...
For years I thought a clean studio was the goal. Then I realized something about myself: if my studio is spotless, I’m probably not creating. This past week wasn’t about cleaning—it was about making space for the work by finding homes for my tools, letting go of what I no longer needed, and creating a studio that works the way I actually create.
A gifted pallet of raw sheep fleeces became years of creative possibility. Join fiber artist Karen Borga as she shares the story behind the wool—and why every finished piece begins long before anyone sees it.
The First WOOLBORNE Collection, and I am so proud of this work. It took me a year to arrive at something I'd put my name on—and along the way, plenty of people told me to just put it out there, that it was good enough. They don't know me. I wasn't ready to release it....
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. Icelandic....
Why did wool become my lifelong medium? The answer isn’t simply about texture or technique—it’s about listening to a material that already knows what it wants to become.
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 yarn was measured...
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 know this...