Several months ago I moved some of my basket-making material down to my studio. It was kind of an experiment to see if I would work more on the baskets in the privacy and quiet of the room that had been just for painting. For a while, it all just sat there in a kind of disorganized heap, and it looked like the experiment was going to be a failure.
Then not too long ago, I started looking over what I had brought down. I took some time to sort through the material, and then I started playing with it. And I have to say that it is feeling really good to be working on baskets right there in my studio. Different somehow than working in the house where I am always distracted with this and that, or sitting down to weave while I watch a movie or talk with friends. Different even than gathering with our basket group once a month. Very different than taking a class.
Because in the studio, I am both the student and the teacher. I think about everything that I’m doing and allow myself the time to do it right. I am not thinking about finishing the basket anymore than I am thinking about finishing a painting. It is all about the process, and so much less about the product. Although ultimately, with both painting and basket making, a product would be nice at some point along the way.
So now in addition to the six unfinished paintings on paper that are tacked on the wall, there are six unfinished baskets. It all makes me happy in ways that I can’t quite explain. Holding the baskets, molding their shapes, and working with them so closely. They become such a part of me. Then turning to paint, holding the brush, feeling connected to the surface it touches. Listening to what they are all trying to teach me.