In one of my previous blog posts , I wrote about the moment when I first called myself a textile artist. Looking back, it took me many years of self-teaching and experimenting with felted accessories before I reached a point where I felt that something was missing. I wanted to create something more meaningful, less practical, and something that pushed my existing skills to the next level. My last wall hanging "Transition" 2025 At the time, my first wall hanging was a small ex

Two Honest Paths in a Creative Life When we work with felt, we are not only working with wool. We are working with time, touch, resistance, softness, memory, and slow learning. Every piece begins long before we know what it will become. A colour catches our eye. A fibre feels different in our hand. A surface holds a certain quiet tension. We respond to the material, to the technique, to what is happening in front of us. This is not a lack of direction. This is how material-ba

What do we need to call ourselves artists? A professional education? Gallery representation? Sales figures? Or simply enough self-confidence to say the words out loud? I believe the answer is different for everyone. A creative career is rarely a straight line, and it certainly does not follow a textbook path. For me, it took many years after graduating from art college to truly call myself a textile artist and now I am sharing this story with you. Over Christmas, I visited my