Lately, my studio has looked less like a traditional painting space and more like a fiber storm passed through it. There have been piles of roving wool across the living room floor, handspun yarn draped over chairs, crochet hooks buried under sketchbooks, and experimental vessels slowly taking shape one layer at a time. Some days it feels more like building than painting. Other days, it feels like remembering. handspun wool & paper yarn, hand dyed Over the last few months, I’ve found myself...

Plein air painting season is an exhilarating time for artists, and this year stands out as particularly memorable.

Embarking on your first art showcase can be both exciting and nerve-wracking. As an artist, you have poured your heart and soul into your...