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by Pansy Maurer-Alvarez from a series of coiled basket forms by Anna S. King， textile artist Take bog myrtle that unprepossessing marshland shrub with a beautiful aroma when crushed Put under the brow bands of childhood ponies to keep the flies away and now a reminder of weekends on the west coast of Scotland Bunches brought back to work with aware of the option of holding something back when lost in the hypnotic rhythm of weaving I push the energy of contemplation from mind into fingers to this concentration of textures centrifugally formed： pine needles woven with waxed cotton； sprigs of bog myrtle stand encircling the form their tips rising above the central hollow of the basket—— that space containing and concealing or offering you a place to release your disturbingly secretive self to yourself |
