Artwork

She is ovine
she is a grazer
she is wool
she is possibility
she is inspiration
she is the art and the art supply

…. and she is shorn

Nineteen canvas bags of bulk wool are stacked in the shearing shed. Numerous individual fleeces are bagged and temporarily piled on a tarp in the corner. The floor is littered with pieces of wool and manure tags, brooms lean where they were set down after the last fleece was collected. Disturbed earth and footprints are everywhere; signs that many animals have been through here. A left over glove, empty water bottles, and coffee time debris; signs of a full day spent with other helping hands.

Aside from being done with the monstrous task of shearing a larger flock the biggest relief comes from seeing that the ewes are in good condition. This past year was tough with drought conditions resulting in lack of feed and lack of feed quality, then a brutally long deep, deep cold spell during winter. It reaffirms what amazing creatures sheep are and what amazing properties lie in stockpiled grasses and native prairie. The ewes were eager to move and graze as soon as the snow receded and have ignored hay feed offered since causing me to fret a great deal about whether or not they were getting enough to eat. This is a beautiful reminder that the animals know and we can trust that knowledge.

The fleeces are beautiful this year, strong, soft, even crimp, bright and clean. The fibre enthusiasts (myself included) helping with skirting fleeces during shearing were eager to save and set aside.

Now we’ll begin to reassemble. Loosely planning where sheep will graze next, tidying up at the building, deciding which sacs of wool will go to the new mill in our province, which will stay with me and which will go to the commercial market. We’ll dive back into working on our home so that we can eventually get moved in, and in the midst of all of it I’ll dive back into artwork.

A week ago we were still delaying heading out for morning chores, waiting for that titch of extra warmth from the sun to help us get through the cold. Today I headed out first thing, wanting to do chores while there was still a titch of cold left on the earth’s surface to avoid mud and making tracks with the tractor. After feeding sheep, the kelpie dogs and I detoured off the grid road and made our first spring foray across pasture on our walk.

I can’t recall feeling so giddy about Spring as I do this year. It was a tough, tough winter – natures way of reminding us to take nothing for granted and always be grateful. I have not heard the first call of returning geese yet but surely they must be on their way. Those first honks will sound extra glorious this year.

The ewes are rubbing on fence posts and trees and looking that little bit more scraggly with a full years of wool growth on them still. We are set to shear on Friday, April 5. This is probably the most succinct time when my day job and my artwork merge into one another. Aside from the necessity of it, shearing is also my harvest of art supplies. From here forward I will process, share, trade and purchase fibre with others enthusiasts.

The daylight is growing and with it the pace of work is shifting as it must for farming in a northern climate. With the earlier sunrise I find myself feeling slightly panicked at the thought of keeping up with artwork without a solid block of time first thing in the morning when there is no other demands. The struggle to pursue creativity without letting every other type of ‘real’ work supersede it is very real. But the plan is to hit some trade shows this year and promote both fibre and art and through each, continue to share a little of this lifestyle.

“Where’s Your Momma”
15 x 12 inches, for sale

Stock Dog Silhouette
10 x 15 inches, for sale