This article about Polly Roberts, one of our Gallery's founding members,
appeared in the Sacramento Bee on April 23, 2006

Artistic vision undimmed
Although legally blind, Auburn's Polly Roberts uses touch and talent to weave
old-fashioned woolen treasures

By Niesha Lofing -- Bee Staff Writer
Published 2:15 am PDT Sunday, April 23, 2006
Story appeared in South placer roseville section, Page N1

About the writer:
The Bee's Niesha Lofing can be reached at (916) 773-6846 or nlofing@sacbee.com

Sitting at her loom in her Auburn home, Polly Roberts painstakingly works on a project that will come alive as a functional piece of art.
Sacramento Bee/Lezlie Sterling


Polly Roberts sits at her loom, patiently weaving the soft white thread back and forth while she presses the pedals, the rhythmic motion resembling that of a musician at a piano.
Unlike most weavers, however, Roberts' only guides are her nimble hands and a tiny ring of vision that helps her distinguish light and dark.

Roberts is legally blind.

But for the 85-year-old Auburn resident, a lack of sight has not limited her vision.

Roberts is one of the founding members of the Auburn Old Town Gallery, where her vibrant and supple shawls, vests and baby blankets soften a corner of the gallery.

"This is just a lovely way of staying out of trouble," Roberts humbly and humorously says of her weaving.

Others are more effusive.

Elaine Rothwell, an etching artist and member of the cooperative art gallery, said Roberts is legendary and an inspiration to her fellow artists.

"We have trouble keeping our hands off the things she makes because they're so soft," Rothwell said. "She's devoted to what she's working on. They are labors of love."

Roberts is the gallery's official greeter, a job well-suited for the outgoing and cheerful weaver, said Gail Morgan, a glass artist and member of the gallery.

"She's a little firecracker," Morgan said. "She doesn't hesitate to speak up and voice her opinions strongly. But she's also one of the most giving people and loving people that we have in the gallery."

Roberts began weaving about 10 years ago, when her vision grew too poor for her to read the gram scale she used to measure the clay for her pottery.

Roberts' love of all things art sprang from college courses she took in Southern California, once all of her eight children were in school.

Though she had earned a degree in sociology in 1971, Roberts couldn't stay away for long. She returned to the campus and became a ceramics major and fiber arts minor.

"I stayed for eight years," she said, chuckling at her time spent at the university. "I took all kinds of classes."

Weaving, a craft that she first learned during those days at the university, has become a true love for Roberts.

Roberts attributes her success to her tactile hands.

"There are so many things I can't do, so the weaving is something I can do, and I very much enjoy it," she said.

Roberts makes about 30 shawls a year and sells her wares in the Auburn gallery.

Her work also has been on display at local weavers' conferences.

One year, Roberts made an especially unusual entry to keep with a conference's theme of "Our past, our future."

"I took plastic bags, trash bags and the newspaper, and I wove it into a coat," she said. "It was hotter than you know what.

"My kids still tease me about that coat and say 'Mom, if we ever wanted to have you committed, all we would need to do is pull out that silly coat.'"

Unfortunately, weaving is becoming less popular with younger generations, Roberts said.

"It's a dying art," she said.

But waning popularity or not, Roberts said she will continue to enjoy weaving as long as she can.

"This has become my creative outlet," she said. "I think some people just have that urge."

Thread of Continuity
Shepherds guard their flocks.
sheep wander the meadow,
tear tender, succulent grass,
the bounty of spring rains.
After winter's chill,
sheep are fat with wool.
In mild spring weather
the fleece is shorn.

I tease the wool,
Lanolin soft, sensual.
I spin the fibers
that twist into yarn.
I dress the loom,
warp threads even, taut,
I throw the shuttle,
smooth wood, warm
in my cradling hands.
I weave the cloth,
loom responsive
to my steady beat.

Today the rhythms of
seasons, shearing,
spinning, weaving,
Unchanged since the dawn of time.
With my spinning wheel,
my shuttles, my loom,
I am the thread of continuity
preserving these ancient skills,
passing them to future generations.

Polly Roberts
from a book of her own poetry,
" A Life of Love, Laughter and Tears"


Nimble and practiced hands perform the delicate work of fitting layers of fabric.
Sacramento Bee/Lezlie Sterling


Polly Roberts hasn't let age - she's 85- or being legally blind stop her from smiling or keep her from exercising her creativity at the loom.
Sacramento Bee/Lezlie Sterling


Polly Roberts' vibrant creations are on display at the Auburn Old Town Gallery.
Sacramento Bee/Lezlie Sterling

About the writer:
The Bee's Niesha Lofing can be reached at (916) 773-6846 or nlofing@sacbee.com