When Art Was Not Enough

Welcome to my artist blog, where writing and fiber art meet. My work explores grief, healing, and transformation through wool, sculpture, and words. This space holds poems and reflections written during the same season as my Broken Heart series—offering an unfiltered look at grief, and how creativity helps us survive what we cannot fix.

Colorful heart-shaped arrangement of yarn with pink, orange, purple, blue, yellow, and red strands, and text overlay reading "Wool remembers what love could not save" and "Kristi Yapp - Wool Alchemist."
Moonflower: Earth Remembered

Moonflower: Earth Remembered

We left concrete and steel for land, dark skies, and the promise of traditional ways of living. Within a year, towers rose from cornfields. Fertile ground was surrendered to infrastructure. The night filled with blinking red lights.

Rural places are being consumed under the banner of progress. Agricultural land shrinks. Culture erodes. What was once living becomes expendable.

Moonflower is not decorative. He is a witness. He remembers what was taken.

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Seek Truth
Kristi Yapp Kristi Yapp

Seek Truth

An unblinking eye.
Searches the heavens.
Seeks truth.

Truth cannot be discovered through force.
None can claim certainty.
It reveals itself quietly.
Earth is rife with deception.
Gaze upward.

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Reflections
Kristi Yapp Kristi Yapp

Reflections

2026 marks three years since the death of my mom and my son. For me, these have been years of working through the trauma of my past, and of building a new version of me. I spent 2023 and 2024 in a state of raw emotion. While life continued around me, I lived inside of myself, I attempted to process all that had happened.

2025 was different.

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Silenced
Kristi Yapp Kristi Yapp

Silenced

I see clearly.

I have always seen clearly.

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No Escape
Kristi Yapp Kristi Yapp

No Escape

“And poor Eve, in her naivete, did not understand deception.
The trust that was meant for her father
She put into the snake.”

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If
Kristi Yapp Kristi Yapp

If

If I could go back, my son,

I would take you to the forest

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The Artist
Kristi Yapp Kristi Yapp

The Artist

I make art because I am not capable of much else.

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