My name is Lynne. I am a freelance creative director and a painter. My husband is Eric and he is a craftsman basketmaker. He creates beautiful work and teaches his craft around the country. I travel with him wherever he goes. We have a mobile office set up for me in our minivan. A perfect ‘mobile office.’ And we often are able to take our dogs Chance & Jaxson, when we can, on our little adventures.
In May of 2013 we sold our house and bought property down in Tennessee. We have 5 acres with a 1950’s farmhouse along with another commercial structure that used to be a church. We are currently living in the “church” building, which means it’s now a “barndominium” (trendy word for creating a home using a commercial structure). The old farmhouse is now Eric’s workshop. So far we love it down here!
Before I met Eric, I worked in the advertising industry. I did all kinds of stuff from logos to package design to TV commercials. It was a great experience. In 2001, I was living in Dallas at the time and decided to head north to Chicago and hang out with my sister and my new nephew. While there, I found a unique building up in Maine online. In 2002, while visiting my parents in New Hampshire, I purchased that building and operated a vintage and antiques store and built a loft in the back.
I sold that building after four years but stayed in Maine for three more years before moving to New Hampshire where I soon met Eric. I was living in a tiny bungalow in the city, working for myself. A year later we got married and he moved in with me. Including his workshop. And I was meeting people all over the country who would talk to me about Eric — mainly seeking information about the “real” Eric! lol.
If you know him, then you are aware that he is very private. He does not divulge too much information about himself. He is extremely modest as well. But his students and clients who collect his work wanted to know more about him! So I decided to write this blog about our life together, living and working as artists.
Eric first learned the art of basketry when he was a teenager. He then apprenticed under two master basketmakers for many years before going on his own. When I met him, he worked and lived in Danbury, New hampshire, in an old schoolhouse. It was quite a funky place to visit over the weekends. And I slowly learned about all his accomplishments and admired that he never bragged about himself. Even though he won so many awards. I had a good idea that he was “it” in his industry when a woman came up to him and asked him for his autograph near an image of one of his baskets featured in a book. We were still dating then but I was amazed how calm and humble he was. I knew he was a keeper!