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Schooled as a photographer, I was drawn to the processes of the black and white darkroom. It was the precision, the manipulation, and the meditative quality of hovering over the tray of developer waiting to see an image appear.
Although working with fiber is a long stride from photography, feltmaking feels like a similar animal. The details of the fibers in a well-felted piece are akin to the sharp grain of a well-developed photograph. I am excited by the dynamics of the fibers working together to make a cohesive piece of fabric. And like waiting for an image to develop in the darkroom, at times, no matter how skilled and practiced I think I am, the felt can still surprise me with what it has decided to do.
There is a certain kind of magic to transforming a chaotic pile of loose fibers into a tight, durable fabric that can be worn, trod upon or hung on the wall.