Who Dat?

Baskets are not usually considered “art.”  They are made by regular people for practical purposes.  But sometimes there’s an artist working in a traditional medium that is so innovative and original that the quotidian is surpassed and voila! There’s a fucking sculpture that happens to be made out of willow fiber.  Dat So La Lee (real name Louisa Keyser) was so skilled and so creative she made baskets that belong in museums, that are unquestionably art, and that are ridiculously beautiful.

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We aren’t exactly sure when Louisa Keyser was born, but it may have been around 1829 in Nevada.  As a member of the Washoe tribe, she learned the art of basket weaving as a young girl.  Baskets were essential to life in the Great Basin: they were used to store food and drink, in cooking, to separate seeds from their chaff, to carry babies, and in ceremonies.  But they were not just practical items, they were aesthetic as well.  And Keyser made the most fucking aesthetic baskets there are.

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Keyser made a living doing domestic work and in 1895 she was working as a laundress for Abram and Amy Cohn.  Abram (or Abe) saw her baskets and was so impressed he offered to sell them in his clothing store.  The Cohns wanted exclusivity as her art dealers and offered in exchange food, lodging, and medical care as needed.  Over the next 30 years they documented all of her work and managed her artistic career.  While the Cohns did make sure Keyser was cared for, comfortable, and able to practice her art, they were also big fat liars and prone to hyperbole.  They decided the baskets would sell better if Keyser had a more Native-American-y sounding name and changed her name to Dat So La Lee.  The name has no meaning and was purely a marketing stunt.  Much of what they say in their records is untrue, but we do know that Keyser made an estimated 300 baskets in her lifetime.  Nevada bought 20 of her baskets in 1945 and sent half to the Historical Society and half to the State Museum.  Four of those baskets were stolen in 1979 and took 20 years to be recovered.  Keyser’s baskets were included in the “Tahoe: a Visual History” exhibit at the Nevada Museum of Art in 2015 and are part of the Smithsonian’s collection.  Keyser died in 1925 in Carson City, Nevada, after a four-day death ritual performed by a medicine man.  Her grave reads:

Dat So La Lee

Famous Washoe

Basket Maker

Died 12.6.25

There is a historic marker nearby commemorating her.

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But what was so cool about her baskets and how did she make them?  The three primary materials were willow, bracken fern, and red bush.  All three are native to the Washoe lands.  The bracken fern was dyed in the mud to get a deep black color.  The willow was taken from under the bark and cut to a thickness of 1/33 of an inch or less.  Keyser would begin a basket with three willow rods and then weave in willow twigs, bracken fern, and red bush.  On the surface of the basket, there are about 35 stitches per inch; a large completed basket has over 50,000 stitches.  No wonder it could take a year to create one piece.  The style Keyser used and made her own was called degikup.  Degikup baskets were round and watertight.  Keyser created a shape that was flat on the bottom, flared out, came back in, and had a hole on top the same size as the bottom.  A few of her baskets flared out and did not come back in, creating a wide mouth at the top, but these are rare.  Keyser did not read, write, or sketch and all the designs and patterns were done in her head.  She took a traditional craft and transformed it into art and that makes Louisa Keyser, aka Dat So La Lee, pretty fucking awesome.

 

Saimdang It!

Just wait until you’re older.  You’ll change your mind.  But you have to!  You haven’t met the right guy yet.  You’d be missing out on so much.  That seems kind of selfish.  What’s wrong with you?  Are you one of those career women?  No one will marry you.  And my favorite, you’ll die alone.  All these (horribly cis- and hetero-normative) things and more are said to women who dare to express that they don’t want to have children.  Let’s translate these comments into what is really being said: how could you, a baby maker, reject baby making?  Women are repeatedly told that their value lies in their relationships with men, in their ability to have men’s babies and to nurture and meet men’s needs.

Modern women are still viewed as baby factories-where men deposit their oh-so-special raw materials and then kachunk, kachunk, an oh-so-special baby plops out.  But as we continue to fight for reproductive rights (and protect the rights we’ve already won), women are allowed to have somewhat more say in the matter.  In the 1500’s, not so much.  Our art warrior goddess of the day, Korean creator Shin (alt. Sin) Saimdang, was a painter, poet, calligrapher, writer, and happened to be the mother of 7 children.

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In researching this post, I excitedly came across several article/essays that had titles that lauded her art, poetry, and writing.  When I began to read them, I sadly found out that while the first sentence or two talked about her as an individual and as a gifted artist or poet, the rest of the article was all about her amazing sons and their amazing accomplishments.  ___ was a brilliant scholar.  ___ was a government official.  ___ founded a new Confucianism.  Honestly, I don’t give a rat’s ass.  The authors then all ended by applauding not her skills and artistic legacy, but by gushing over what a good mother she was to all these important men.  Ugh.  Even more ugh is that there is an award given out named after and honoring Saimdang, but it is not for art or writing.  It is given to women as a mother-of-the-year award, pooh-poohing their professional and personal accomplishments.  You run a company, rescue dogs, and discovered a new branch of mathematics?  That’s cool and all, but we really only care that you are a good mother.  I think I just threw up a little.  I am not ok brushing her art and innovation aside because she had kids in a time when she had no reproductive choice at all.

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Saimdang was born in 1504 in Korea.  Her real name is not known, her pen names also included Saim, Inimdang, and Imsajae.  She grew up with four sisters and received the education that a male would have received.  In the strict Confucian society of the time, this was practically unheard of.  She began painting at age seven.  At 19, Saimdang married, but continued to live with and attend to her parents.  Despite being required to care for her aging parents, husband, and ever-increasing brood of children, she continued to paint, write poetry, and do calligraphy.  Badass.  Her work was known and praised during her lifetime.  She began a type of painting called Chochungdo, which depicts insects and plants.  Saimdang painted landscapes or garden scenes featuring insects, plants, fish, and animals.  They are bright, detailed, and so visually accurate, legend has it, that chickens once poked holes in the screen trying to peck at the bugs.  The tiny holes in the work were only where the insects were.  There are 40 of her known works surviving, though she did many more.  Being a woman meant she did not have a seal or signature, which makes it difficult to identify or trace her works.  Plus, a lot of shit can happen in 500 years and many have also been lost over time as well.  In 2017, there was an exhibition of her work at the Seoul Museum titled “Saimdang, Her Garden.”  Other non-artistic distinctions have been made that highlight her motherhood and femininity, and I don’t really care about those.  Saimdang died in 1551 at the young age of 46.  Saimdang was a brilliant and innovative artist who found a way to create in a society that told her not to.  Her legacy continues, for me and I hope for you, in her beautiful art and words and not in her children.

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