I love what this basket represents for me. The process of its manifestation will explain. I first began twisting 5 Ponderosa pine needles together in the southwest of Colorado. I was at the Good Medicine Confluence and took a workshop on coil basketry. In the hour and a half, I was amazed at how little I got done! If anything this “work” was a miniature coaster, made of pine needles and desert grasses. I loved the hands on process and learning about this craft tradition, especially in the midst of a particularly heady conference, what a nice reprieve! At the end of this 5 day confluence, I packed up all my things into a hiking backpack, including my mini coil woven coaster. After my expansive and adventurous road-trip, I headed back to where I call home, for now, to Vermont. Vermont is in my blood, I was born here and raised till 18. Since then I lived in the southwest, mostly, with shorter periods back in Vermont. It seems a tumultuous thing to balance the love I have for both places. They are nearly opposites, yin and yang, and I have the deepest love and appreciating for both place.
Recently I decided, instead of having to choose between the two, I can let both be my “home” where I have roots growing. Why not? We are a super small and global world, anyways. So this basket represents the weaving of my two places, the southwest dessert and the rolling, lush, eastern hills. I got my mini coaster home safely. While in the overgrown jungle that is Vermont in the summer, I harvested some grasses to dry. With my raffia threaded needle in hand, and a sweet summer song in my heart, I settled into the rural farm life, by completing the weave on my first coil basket!! I love it and believe it is the first of many. Once begun, this technique flows easily and I wonder about making it into sculptural forms. For now, I am content to have woven the physical grass from my two most beloved places!!