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About sbland

Sue Bland (aka Poached Egg Woman) is a visual artist who lives on a farm in rural Saskatchewan. A chicken farm, to be exact, hence she eats a lot of poached eggs! Sue works primarily in paper collage and watercolours, and offers art PLAYshops to anyone interested in exploring their creative side and having fun.

A Gift of the Heart- Playing Together

Edith, Gail and Janaye (3 generations) creating at the kitchen table

Edith, Gail and Janaye (3 generations) creating at the kitchen table

Janaye and Gail

Janaye and Gail

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paper play at GIFT OF THE HEART

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Reese says, “Its a dog” Then, “It’s a donkey” and finally, “It’s a dog”,

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Autumn trying her hand at silk painting

by Autumn Keewatin, a beautiful watercolour started with a Dairy Queen plastic spoon

by Autumn Keewatin, a beautiful watercolour started with a Dairy Queen plastic spoon

 

 

Watch Kate go!

Watch Kate go!

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Kate carries on

Kate carries on

Marg, silk painting artist watches Kate, silk painting artist. They match their art! Can you believe it!?

Marg, silk painting artist watches Kate, silk painting artist. They match their art! Can you believe it!?

Drying the silk with Joan helping

Drying the silk with Joan helping

On Sunday morning, all was quiet, so as well as silk painting we cut and pasted. Kate, Marg and Joan

On Sunday morning, all was quiet, so as well as silk painting we cut and pasted. Kate, Marg and Joan

"beLONGING", Rice Paper in Plexiglass. Currently loaned to Qu'Appelle Valley Centre for the Arts. (Price $250)

“beLONGING”, Rice Paper in Plexiglass. Currently loaned to Qu’Appelle Valley Centre for the Arts. (Price $250)

"Peace Doves" - made from reused watercolour mandalas, paper scraps, and birch branches found on the ground

“Peace Doves” – made from reused watercolour mandalas, paper scraps, and birch branches found on the ground

"Snow Sprite", created with recycled watercolour painting, various papers, thread, fairy dust

“Snow Sprite”, created with recycled watercolour painting, various papers, thread, fairy dust

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Golden Glow Fairy

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“”Yearning”, Rice Paper Birds in PlexiGlass. Currently on Loan to Dina’s Yoga Class, Qu’Appelle Valley Centre of the Arts (Price $250)

Teachings from a Laying Hen

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Collecting eggs in the dimly lit, warm and earthy smelling barn has been a fall and early winter ritual which steadies me and brings me comfort several times a day. Reaching into the straw to pick up a freshly laid egg feels like the best kind of miracle. The egg is always warm. I never cease marvelling that this egg just came out a  hen’s body. I love the particular shape and feel and weight of an egg in the hand. Over time, my fingers have become deft at handling eggs. I can tell a lot about an egg just by holding it.

Because some of our hens have learned to eat a freshly laid egg, we pick eggs as often as we can. I have only recently learned to reach right under a laying hen to pick the eggs from the chickens who sat in that nesting box before her. I am reminded of my friend, Greg, who worked with buffalo. When he took us out to see them, he stressed that he liked to work quietly around the buffalo to keep them calm. He would probably laugh at me if I told hime that I feel similarly about chickens. Chickens can be easily rattled; some are nervous and high strung. I challenge myself to move quietly in the chicken barn, to reach under a laying hen in such a way that she just carries on laying her egg.  If I am calm and quiet, the hen continues to sit while I reach under her warm and silky body, to find eggs, sometimes one or two and other times half a dozen. Sometimes though, the hen squawks and leaves. Very occasionally, I get pecked.

Something I have noticed about hens getting ready to lay an egg: they take all the time they need. That’s all they do. No multi tasking for these girls! When a hen is in the midst of laying an egg she makes small humming gurgling noises, she is fully focussed, there is a particular concentrating kind of energy about her. Something tells me to leave her be. One of our Aracana hens, who lays beautiful mint green eggs, sometimes sits on  the nesting box for a couple of hours. It is no small thing to lay an egg.

When I leave the chicken barn and step out into the white wintry world, deep within me there is a warm, earth, dimly lit golden place… with softness of feathers, the murmur of hens, the deep concentration that gifts us with the miracle of a warm and nourishing egg.

I carry the gifts of the hens with me all day.

 

Why I LOve Winter #1

Skating on Katepwa Lake, that’s why!!!!

Getting ready

Getting ready

Rider fans take to the ice!

Rider fans take to the ice!

taking flight

taking flight

It feels like I could skate forever!

It feels like I could skate forever!

it looks like we are in a circle... (the circle of LOVE!!! lol)

it looks like we are in a circle… (the circle of LOVE!!! lol)

cannot wipe that smile off my face. JOY SKATING!!

cannot wipe that smile off my face. JOY SKATING!!

ZZZZzooo..oooo.ooom!!

Wheeeeee!

Marina gives her!

Marina gives her!

looking down

looking down

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Shane's  well worn skates

Shane’s well worn skates

after the skate, wearing the beautiful sweater his mum made him

after the skate, wearing the beautiful sweater his mum made him

can we come again tomorrow?

can we come again tomorrow?

one photo too many MUM

one photo too many,  MUM

Magic Wings

 

All my life, I have believed in the “little people”. As a girl, I loved making them small homes of moss, birchbark, sticks, shells, berries, seeds and leaves. My daughters also created these places for the fairies in the garden.

The past few days have seen me creating fairies – one for my favourite tree planter called “Tree Planting Fairy”, and a second for a dear friend who is in the midst of the adventure of moving called “Moving Fairy”.

"Tree Planting Fairy" in process (when she had a green face)

“Tree Planting Fairy” in process (when she had a green face and was not yet stuck to the paper)

detail - "tree Panting Fairy" changes to yellow orange face!!

detail – “Tree Panting Fairy” changes to yellow orange face!!  Note  shovel.

"Tree Planting Fairy" Rice and other papers, gum, cigarette and candy wrappers, doily from Paul Paquin's house

“Tree Planting Fairy”
Rice and other papers, gum, cigarette and candy wrappers, doily from Paul Paquin’s house

 

"Moving Fairy" catches the morning sunlight

“Moving Fairy” catches the morning sunlight

"Moving Fairy" has at least two sides. Created from a recycled watercolour painting, this is her autumn side.

“Moving Fairy” has at least two sides. Created from a recycled watercolour painting, this is her autumn side. She is versatile and meant for travelling – old house, new house, moving truck, car, just about anywhere. She is dressed for any weather. In her satchel is everything she will need.

This is her Ice rink side - her dress is partly made of torn photos of the deep blue ice on the rink.....

This is her Ice rink side – her dress is partly made of torn photos of the deep blue ice on the rink…..Other materials include rice paper, candy wrappers, cigarette foils, part of a badminton racket string, metallic thread

 

 

 

First Ski – whoopee!

truth be told, this is last year's ski...same skis, same legs!!

Truth be told, this pic is of last year’s ski…same skis, same legs!!

What a wonderful feeling – getting my skiis on again and using those muscles that I haven’t used in quite this way in over 7 months. Leg muscles, calf muscles, arms, shoulders, core, hips! I love the rhythm of skiing. I love the way it uses your whole body and heats you up, from the inside out. I love to glide.

Speaking of gliding, I checked the ice at the dugout and at a slough across the road. The fox had been there first. Lots of pebbly ice but there was some smooth ice as well, filling me with hopes of a winter rink and gliding on thin blades of steel!! I will give it a few days and take my shovel out for an exploratory under cover adventure – what lies under that blanket of snow??

This morning was special… in the west the almost full moon was slowly setting, and in the East, the sun was rising. They are Hanwi and Wi, according to my friend Nellie, and there is a story about them. Her Facebook post  this morning read “It’s a beautiful morning because Hanwi and Wi are smiling at each other across the sky….” She is going to tell me the story when we get together next, maybe for a ski.

*"Ice Rink"

*”Ice Rink”

 

 

 

 

Preparing for True Knit

"Yearning" Rice paper Birds on plexiglass

“Yearning”
Rice paper Birds on plexiglass

with thanks to Maggie, for loaning me her beautiful basement studio!

with thanks to Maggie, for loaning me her beautiful basement studio!

Dorothy from the Little Glass Hut in Lebret has been very generous helping me as I look for new ways to let these larks fly. These ones are between two circles of glass.

Dorothy from the Little Glass Hut in Lebret has been very generous helping me as I look for new ways to let these larks fly. These ones are between two circles of glass.

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starting with colours I love

starting with colours I love

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Meewasin Valley United Church

Meewasin means beautiful place in Cree

I. To Give Heart

Encouragement helps you to engage and trust your own possibility and potential. Sometimes you are unable to see the special gift that you bring to the world. No gift is ever given for your private use. To follow your gift is a calling to a wonderful gift of discovery. Some of the deepest longing in you is the voice of your gift. The gift calls you to embrace it, not to be afraid of it. The only way to honour the unmerited presence of the gift in your life is to attend to the gift; this is also a most difficult path to walk.”

                            John O’Donohue,  Eternal Echoes

A couple of weekends ago, I was in Saskatoon with a community of spiritual adventurers and seekers at “Celebrating Spirit: Inner Peace and Joyful Expression”. Facilitated by Rick McCorrister, this weekend was put together by Meewasin Valley United Church. Meewasin (which means “beautiful place in Cree) Valley United Church took the brave step of selling their church building last year and relocating to an office on the University of Saskatchewan where they also use the spacious lounge of St. Andrew’s College for – well – for many things. This past weekend, the lounge was used as a dining room, yoga studio, concert hall, worship space, dance studio, meditation hall, art studio, art gallery and lecture hall.

We had many opportunities to quiet ourselves and listen to the “still small voice within”. We did so using body movements and dance, yoga, by breath meditations, by being still, by eating together in silence, by listening to others, by playing with paper scraps and creating beauty, and by responding as a community to the beautiful art, music, poetry and light that filled the worship space Sunday morning.

pastedGraphic.pdfAs one of a number of resource people at the event, I was invited to share a little about my artistic process. I explained that one watercolour entitled “Where are you now?” came to me very slowly, bit by small bit. When I began, I had no idea how it would look at the end. I painted a bit and then would stop, unsure where to go next. Sometimes I would seemingly be “stuck” in that place of unknowing, of doubt and of vulnerability for more than a few days. It was difficult to wait. Would this painting ever get completed? Then, just when it seemed that I would never finish, an image for the next bit would come to me. It seemed that this painting had a rhythm of its own and that it could not be hurried. Not unlike life itself!! I am always, it seems, being reminded about faith – to trust the niggles and intuitions I receive, to try to be patient, to believe that while the whole path is not revealed, that is exactly as it should be. One slow step at a time.

Much like the journey of the Meewasin community. They have chosen to “trust their own possibility and potential”. They have chosen to be true to themselves, and in doing so, they lost some members. They have taken a huge leap of faith in selling their building. They are discovering, slow step by slow step, what church can be, what the possibilities are. There is no map, no certainty, no set of instructions. This risk-taking is firmly grounded in shared values and faith in action. Meewasin’s journey reminds me of the artist’s path – filled with vulnerability, occasional despair and doubt, and also with surprises, joy, unexpected turns and deep well-being.

Their journey, their courage, has lent me encouragement. I love the roots of this word en-courage-ment as written below:

From Middle French encoragement, from Old French encoragier + -ment, from en- (“make, put in”) + corage (“courage”), from Vulgar Latin *coraticum, from cor (“heart, daring”) + -ier, suffixed with -ment.

En- courage-ment – to give heart, to hearten

 II.Moving Art into the World

During the Sunday worship portion of the weekend, people were invited to spend some time looking at the art around the room. As well as pieces by those who had created collages the previous day, and some of my own work, there was an array of art pieces from different homes around the room. People were encouraged to spend time with the art and and especially to look deeply at a piece if it called them. There were also quotes people could choose to spend time with. While we spent time with the art, the morning light and beautiful music filled the room. After 15 or 20 minutes, we were invited to share our experience with two others. We then came together as a whole group and people were invited up to the microphone if they wished to share with the whole group. Some of those who shared found themselves unable to speak when they first came up to the mike – the art had touched some deep place in them and they were taken by surprise. It was amazing and stirring to hear what various pieces of art, sometimes combined with the quotes, opened up in people.

As an artist, I am always looking for new ways to move my art out into the world. I know that there are many ways beyond sales and shows and galleries. What is most thrilling for me is when people really look at my art. As someone who sells at markets, I am familiar with the “quick glance” and the “glazed once over”. I understand that my style of art does not speak to everyone. Every so often, someone stops, puts their bags down and gives their entire attention to the art. I don’t care if they buy, I don’t care if they talk to me. I am delighted that they have seen something that pulls them away from the everyday, even for just a moment. That encounter is what I most long for.

This is why I loved this way of sharing offered by the Meewasin. I am grateful to them for stretching the bounds of my imagination when it comes to sharing art with others.

To learn more about Meewasin Valley United Church, visit http://www.meewasinvalleyunited.com

Some of the beautiful people and the art they created at Meewasin's "Celebrating Spirit"

Some of the beautiful people and the art they created at Meewasin’s “Celebrating Spirit”. Joyful expression(s) indeed!

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Pheasant Creek Coulee-

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Watercolour from Grandfather Rock, Oct. 16, 2013

Feels something like last painting days at the coulee for this fall at least. My recent companions, the Swainson’s Hawks have moved on but the ravens and magpies remain. I am glad.  How wonderful to go and observe the subtle changes of this particular fall season! Glad to have my thermos of ginger tea, brief flashes of warm sunlight because it is a chill wind.

unfinised watercolour from the end of September. Such changes!

unfinised watercolour from the end of September. Such changes!

More Play with Plexiglass

IMG_2144 IMG_2142IMG_2146The glue that I used in my previous post to put two pieces of plexiglass together worked BUT looks terrible. Not to mention that it is highly toxic and I had to wear a mask. So it is back to drill bits and screws (with help from Shane) to hold the plexiglass together and above you see one experiment which measure 8″ x 20″. One slow step at a time.

Fall Colours PLAYshop, October 12, 2013

Paper on the drying rack, paper on the floor. paper, paper, everywhere!

Paper on the drying rack, paper on the floor. paper, paper, everywhere!

I don’t know about the others who came but I felt nestled into a warm paper cave on Saturday, with the window providing bright flashes of colour – rich yellow from the trees outside, a steely blue lake, and an ever changing fall sky. Those present shared their hopes for the day in one or two words – they came for a day of freedom, for joy, to play, to have fun, for some much needed “me-time”.  I noticed that while it is the quality of light that draws me to rice paper, for some others it is the quality of texture….tearing rice paper gives its feathery edges and creates softness as you will see in the photos below. We were honoured with the presence of Mary Lou who is just two months old. For myself, this was a very special treat as I was able to smell her beautiful baby smell, to walk with her, to burp her and to change all the while in a room of women creating beauty and absorbed in their art and having one good time.

Apologies to those present as I did not get a photo of all the beautiful artwork or participants. (It looks like I only took pictures of Deb, Darlene and MaryLou – they were the most photogenic!! What can I say?) 

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The hedgehog has the last word!!

The hedgehog has the last word!!