This piece found its name and I really don't know if I mean that I travelled back to Wales or if I mean by island the refuge in my farm.
I really live at home in an island , far from the madding crowd by all means. It's good for working but I have to escape often from its calm and silence. Perhaps it is because I grew up in a metropole in the middle of sky scrapers. I absolutely love the country and wouldn't like to live in the city any more but I long for a change of coulisse rather often...
I am studying further how to combine machine and hand work. They give such a different definition on the surface. I'm also trying to use some of the zillions of sequins, pearls, etc I have in my stash in a way I can visually cope with. I'm not a lover of too much of them but they have a certain spell you cannot elude...