Lazy days here. Lazy but much walking. Lazy in that I don’t have to do anything. That’s how iona leads me. The other day I’ve visited my friend Moya at her home. We had a glass of wine together and she showed me her loom in her studio that overlooks one of the fairy hills on the island. In that magical moment I felt compelled to move here and weave. Neither are possibilities, although maybe I could learn to weave. Nevertheless, I hold onto the dream.
Again, I’m considering a craft, the doing with one’s hand, the satisfaction of producing. Craft always has the possibility of becoming art, but for now I’ll stick with knitting, definitely a craft for me, but very satisfying.