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Where The Sheep Settle

I wish I could plunk you down where the sheep settle every night, to feel the protection of the spot they chose, to wander in the deep and wide hollow there, to connect with the way the hill at their back shapes a partial cocoon. To see the trees that both roof them and ring them, offering shelter from each direction when needed. To walk their foot trails passing and investigating into the abandoned buildings, to watch how the girls settle loosely on the fringe when weather is favourable but tuck deeper into the core when the weather shifts toward ugly. To be in their space and feel the wisdom of their choice, and connect with the natural spirit that that wisdom stems from. I wish I could plunk you down where the sheep settle.

Just about every winter I write about the wise choice these ewes make at picking a bedding ground. And every year it feels increasingly important to see and recognize these traits, in livestock in particular because I worry the majority of livestock raised in North America are losing or have lost these innate, natural traits. That our animals are being steered away from their natural by an increasingly un-natural species.

I feel that people in agriculture are growing further entrenched in the idea that we, the human, know what is best, not Mother Nature. We tell ourselves that our choice to raise the maximum amount of fast food, and the plethora of interventions necessary to do so, is the only choice there is because otherwise we just can’t make it work.  Are we no wiser and more brave than this?

As fast-food agriculture strives ever and ever more to fix production flaws nature never had to begin with, so to do we strip away the natural from the animal and from the land, and by proxy, from ourselves. As the divide between us and nature grows so to does our dissatisfaction with life. Until here we sit, a first world nation of over drugged, generally unhappy, distrustful people.  Are we no wiser and more brave than this?

I’m not suggesting we return all livestock animals to the wild and let it be, but I am suggesting that we’ve gone way past the balance point on this one, and no one seems to be noticing the disconnect. I don’t know if I am making right choices for going forward in the agriculture industry, very possibly not, but I do know taking away the natural these sheep have is certainly going backwards toward a place I don’t wish to go.  I want to be wiser and more brave than this.

 

One Piece Three Versions

rough drawing of Sarplaninac dog

Sometimes a piece of artwork is held off because I won’t decide whether to draw it or felt it. Sometimes ranch jobs are stalled that way as well. A weird way of procrastinating and one I’m well practiced at.

For a little while now I have felt this repeated nudge that said to do both a drawing and a felting of the same piece and I repeatedly told it: that’s nuts, I hardly have time to do one and drawings take so long. 

Then one morning, after needle felting on the piece shared in the last post, I found myself digging into my color pencil sets. I pulled out the rough drawing of the Sarplaninac dog I was felting and transferred it to black paper and began to draw. I didn’t stay at it for very long before slipping back to the felting but I had started, the nudge was awakened. A few minutes at a time, stretched over the course of several days it morphed onto the page.

When it was done I was so utterly satisfied, and for the first time in a long while, it had nothing to do about the result.  The result didn’t matter, the accomplishment of a process did. The heeding of the nudge did.

Oddly enough, when I’m in the pickle of deciding whether to felt or to draw a particular piece, it is all still one idea. In my mind the felting or drawing is the same piece, the same dog in this case, and even somehow the same outcome. So it’s striking how different the three versions are.

drawing livestock guardian dog

needle felted fibre art

 

Serious Encounter, Felted Artwork

Readers of my past blog may recall a story about meeting with an explosive Sarplaninac guardian dog. I met this dog while at a shearing day. i stepped out to take photos and while doing so this dog approached from behind but I didn’t know that. While still looking through the camera lens I happened to swivel around, panning with the camera to see what I could see. We were a great surprise to each other and she blew up in a knarly fit of barking and just about made me pee myself. She gave me fond memories of meeting my first Sarplaninac guardian dog, and a few reference photos for this piece of felting.

While I finished the piece I have not come up with a title for it yet. All I’ve got so far is Serious Encounter.

needle felted fibre art

18 x 16 inches
For sale, $215 CDN

Targhee, Corriedale, and Romney wool were used in making this one. Background is wet felted.

wool fibre artwork