journeying to the Isle of Lewis, across the land and across the sea, with shifting restless waves and colours changing as the light alters... with far off misty mysterious islands...seabirds swooping through the sky and diving expertly into the sea... the magic of dolphins sinuously swimming so close we could almost touch them as they came leaping fluidly through the waves...it is another world, another place...
I have returnd to my own landlocked home with a head full of notions and ideas and feelings about textile makingness, with a need to create art... my lovely knitting turned out not to want to be anything as lowly as a garment, more artwork as the beautiful yarn became a sea inspired delicate net of waves....
I have returnd to my own landlocked home with a head full of notions and ideas and feelings about textile makingness, with a need to create art... my lovely knitting turned out not to want to be anything as lowly as a garment, more artwork as the beautiful yarn became a sea inspired delicate net of waves....
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