Many years ago, I read a newspaper article about Native American basket weavers. In the article, a woman was quoted as saying “A basket is a song made visible.”
Weaving the songs of my heart fulfills my primal need to create.
My studio spills over with materials waiting, patiently, for their turn.
Baskets grace each room in my home, offering up the songs of their makers.
Surrounded by my treasure trove, I dream the pieces, then wake to begin the magic of turning the dream into reality, turning the song into a basket.