My artist neighbor died and when her husband relocated, he left me a piece of her painted silk and said “use it in your felt.” This is a tribute to her (Regina) and her painted silk is the patch of flowers just below the face.
by S. James
Shortly after I had to abandon my felting due to an inured shoulder, COVID19 came in like a tornado with deep messages. Pay attention, use this precious time to create and make a statement. Others are suffering, honor them. I had nothing to loose and turned to water colors and pen and ink. I thank every day for my good fortune to have the time and space to pursue a creative life. Please enjoy the fruits of my turning inward life.