Kelly Phillips has been interested in photography since her eighth birthday, when her parents gifted her a Kodak 110 cartridge camera. Like a flash, Kelly was snapping and shooting everything in sight. Anything that caught her eye, or her interest, ended up on film. She often wonders if her parents ever regretted having to develop so much film! But by the end of that first summer, she had photographed friends, flowers, leaves, interesting moss, bark on the trees, and views from her treehouse. “I photographed everything I saw,” says Kelly. “Capturing all the little details of my yard.”

During her high school years, however, photography had to take a back seat to the many after-school activities that kept her busy. She would have loved for her high school to have a photography course, or even a club. It wouldn’t be until after graduation, however, that Kelly was able to dive back into the fascinating art of capturing a moment, an expression, a perspective, or even a detail, then letting the whole world see it through her eyes.
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From Left to Right: Front row – Brad Warstler, Ellen Shankin, Silvie Granatelli,
Josh Manning, Hona Knudsen, Andrea Denniston, and Ron Sutterer.
Back row – Sarah Mccarthy, Wendy Wrenn Werstlein, Abby Reczek, Seth Guzovsky

New members and new fall tour dates are on the agenda for 16 Hands in 2022! Following these past months of Covid-related limitations, the members of 16 Hands are happy to announce that they are resuming face-to-face studio tours, welcoming friends and new customers to their studios and galleries twice a year.

The 16 Hands Studio Tour started over twenty years ago, offering visitors a unique look into the lives of the artists, as well as the opportunity to view and purchase new works from nationally known talents.
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While sitting in her car outside the front of Roberson Mill with the warm sun pouring through the windows, Regina Roberson Cox muses about the many childhood days she spent inside. Visions of those younger, carefree times produce a keen sense of belonging to the historic building.

She remembers a time when the cogwheels were turning, one dependent on the other, to rotate the big millstones. The sounds were deafening as the old wheel outside pushed water over its top. It was loud enough to force anyone inside or outside to raise their voices to be heard in conversation.
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