It's coming together piece by piece. The tapestry curtain is hung and I'm working on positioning the baskets and other pieces around it. I'm enjoying reacreating this place - the whole piece will show an interpretation of the physical area where I worked here in the Preserve. I've made a desk out of an old trunk and some strange boxes, added the skeleton of a chair, hung my sewn memory of the view out my window above it, and arranged the baskets around those three main elements. I'm building a place that was familiar.
The chair is important to me. While I was making the baskets, I tried to work sitting on the ground in the sand as much as possible, so see how ancient basket makers felt while they created their vessels. I discovered that this position is often very painful and requires a lot of concentration to maintain an even basket shape. When I worked in a chair at a table, I felt more comfortable, but more distant from the roots of the baskets. This steel skeleton of a chair is my acknowledgement of the interplay between two cultures. It has no seat and no back.