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Nest

This January, I began to weave a nest in a hawthorn branch, using wool I have long cherished. As any self respecting bird will tell you, fingers are not the best tools for creating nests, especially when working with the unforgiving thorns of a hawthorn! I have many tiny hawthorn pricks on my fingers!

Each new year, I have the fun of  sharing a creative project with a group of friends. We meet over Zoom for three consecutive weeks. We have created paper fairies, imaginary homes and art maps to set our new year off to a good start. This year one of us had the great idea to create nests from whatever material we had on hand.

A nest seemed an apt project for these perilous times. A safe place of rest. A refuge in a world that seems to have gone mad!

Despite the prickle of the thorns, I became totally absorbed in weaving the nest. I eventually used a needle, which, after all, is something like a bird’s bill. The bottom of the nest is padded with soft silk, topped with downy feathers.

Sweet Dreams little Birdwoman

Why a hawthorn branch? In part because I feel a bit thorny. RRRRR-rrrrr. The news is making me thorny and cross. And, hawthorns are good for our hearts. My heart needs soothing. The thorns keep the nest safe from certain kinds of dangers.

The sky in my imagination has been filled with birds and birdwomen in flight these days. I loved sketching them – some  birds with women passengers and some birdwomen also! Out of this collection came the birdwoman who inhabits my nest.  In the photo below, you can see both the nesting version and the flying version of my birdwoman. Aren’t her cloud slippers to die for?

Here is what I imagine:

My birdwoman is taking care of an egg – a sky coloured egg  the size of a small chocolate Easter egg, but soft and smooth like an opal. She is keeping the egg safe and warm. Other birds and birdwomen, her friends, help her. They stay nearby, and all take turns sitting on the egg to keep it warm and safe. They tell each other hilarious stories and sing, sometimes lullabyes and other times sea shanties. They snack and are partial to chocolate fondue.

The egg  is where I ask myself: What matters most in these menacing times? What remains real and true?

Inside the egg are dreams, wisps of ideas, questions, colours, uncertainties,  loose strands and possibilities. The egg is a tender place.

Here are some wisps….

Humour and laughter.

Listening to the earth, staying close with the earth.

Compassion. Especially for those who fight to just survive day to day. That our compassion and our awareness changes the way we conduct ourselves day by day by day, even if incrementally.

Turning the news off for a few days.

Imagination.

A voice whispering: The land is waiting for those  who know how to watch and listen, for those who are open and know how to dream. Listen to the whispers of the land. Be silent for a while.+

Be silent for a while.

Keep your ear to the ground.

Enter fully the joy of making bread from scratch, the mixing by hand, the kneading, the washing of dishes in hot soapy water, the smell of the bread baking, the steam rising from the first cut.

Joyful resistance. Generous resistance. Dance and resist!!  Saying I refuse.

My friendship with you.

Cartwheels.

The times are urgent, let us slow down.^

How we do things is as important as what we do.~

Dream…

Notice that the hawthorn branch is shaped like a bird. Thank you, Marina, for noticing this over morning coffee!

 Thank you +Sharon Blackie, ^Bayo Akomaolafe, ~Leanne Betasamosake Simpson who expands the sentence above when she writes, “It became clear to me that how we live, how we organise, how we engage in the world – the process – not only frames the outcome, it is the transformation. The how changes us.”  from As We Have Always Done: Indigenous Freedom Through Radical Resistance, page 19

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Off the Beaten Track – An Art Haven

Jada and I in "Sue's Art Haven". Thanks Dawn R for the photo!

Jada and I in “Sue’s Art Haven”. Thanks Dawn R for the photo!

As I accept invitations to create art with different groups of people, I notice that I am really exploring. I am trying to figure out the ways that I want to move art out and into the world, and to learn which ways don’t work so well for me.

Take the recent Cathedral Village Arts Festival. I had a sense that I wanted to be a part of it somehow and an even stronger sense that I did not want to be a vendor and have a booth. So, I invited myself to two different places.

The first was Westminster United Church, located on 13th Avenue and a vital part of the Saturday street fair, hosting the first ever Saskatchewan on line art auction, 5 musical concerts and a pancake breakfast. Minister Darrell Reine offered me the “multi purpose room” and I liked the feel of it and decided to show some art and have a space for people to play with paper, called “PaPer Play”. The second place I invited myself was the Paper Umbrella, that beautiful and inspiring shop on 13th Avenue. Some of my rice paper bird panels hang in the windows there, so owners Theresa and Brad,  said I could come between 2 and 4 to create paper birds with anyone who wished to stop by.

At Westminster Church, I hoped that lots of people would come by to look at my art, and I also hoped to display it in a way that they could take some time with it and really see it.a panda, a bat and a bird

a panda, a bat and a bird

Nancy's rainbow bird

Nancy’s rainbow bird

 

 

 

All in all, about 100 people came, only a fraction of the mobs out on the street. Some of them were indeed able to take their time looking at the art. A few surprised themselves by creating paper creatures. A man with a headache came in to rest while his teenage children created birds. Another person came in and said… “Phewf, an art haven.” People came to rest while an energetic spouse checked out the Art Auction. Our small corner did have a haven like feel about it.

Jayne's bird meets LeeAnn's Dragon. Sue forgets to turn her flash on. Sorry!

Jayne’s bird meets LeeAnn’s Dragon. Sue forgets to turn her flash on. Sorry!

Early in the afternoon, I made my way down to the Paper Umbrella with my basket of paper scraps, scissors and glue.I could barely make my way through the crowd!! It was a beautiful day and it was wonderful to see so much colour, collective joy, occasional exhaustion, so much life on the street. Brad set me up at a table with – yes, an umbrella, but not a paper one – at the Paper Umbrella. A few stools, a very comfortable office chair with wheels that had me rolling backwards. This kept things exciting!! I began to do what I love to do – make paper birds. The river of people flowed by. Would anyone stop, I wondered? Maybe not….That’s okay, I told myself. You can be zen, and in this street of constant motion and stimulus, that could be a good thing. Then, a couple of families stopped by. They were totally keen to create paper birds, and so they did, happily, standing up, sitting on high stools, sharing glue and scissors. It briefly rained. The sun shone again. The wind blew some scraps down the street. More families stopped. To my great delight, my friend Cindy and her daughter Anieka’s found us. They had wheeled through the throngs all the way from Westminster Church where Cindy had expected to find me. It got really hot. The glue  in the glue sticks melted. So after one hour in the limelight, with glue that was no longer serviceable, I made my way back to the calm and quiet art haven at Westminster Church. Grateful for the quiet. Happy to be far from the crowd. Happy also about the crowd and high spirits.

The day wasn’t totally successful – at least not according to my expressed hopes. I did not get as much exposure as I hoped. It was a learning day, with much to reveal about how I am most comfortable moving my art into the world. For a number of people of all ages, the room in the church was a place for focused and quiet play, a place to sit and rest, a contemplative space, a bit of an escape. I wondered if that was exactly right, and if next year, providing a quiet space in all the hubbub might be my best contribution?

The small write up in the packed Cathedral Village Arts Festival booklet might read something like this: Sue’s Art Haven: Step off the beaten track and away from the crowd for a few moments. Enjoy soft music in a room filled with art to nurture the soul. Come simply to sit and relax or come and create a paper creature from Sue’s extensive collection of wonderful papers- washi, tissue, candy wrappers, cigarette foils, wrapping paper. For all ages. Free. At Westminster Church, go south on Cameron Street and take the first door in. Up the stairs and you are there.

Tree

First, I bought the paper. Last piece in the store. A vivid luminous green just like the spring we know is coming….someday. Couldn’t leave that paper alone….I saw a tree in that paper, a tree with the roots showing. I took out the scissors and followed the patterns on the paper, and slowly, cut out a tree.IMG_1785 IMG_1833 IMG_1824Next came birds  in the tree. First try, the branches obscured the birds too much and as my favourite art critic, Jessie, said, “Mum, that really sucks.” She was right!!  But the birds persisted…. that tree was calling for BIRDS!!  With some birds, I recreated the branches with a lighter green  rice paper so the branches would not be so overwhelming. With others, I took the branch right out of the tree showing the bird’s colours boldly. Time after time, I turn the tree over and hold it up to the light….the tree is different on each side.Sometimes I am surprised!

the branches on this bird are made with a lighter coloured rice paper than the original branchescc

the branches on this bird are made with a lighter coloured rice paper than the original branchescc

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Linda came for a visit and made an artists trading card while we worked

Linda came for a visit and made an artists trading card while we worked

IMG_1906 IMG_1907A few weeks previous, I had Glacier Glass cut a variety of sizes of plexiglass. When I picked them up, I was amazed as one piece was huge (30″ x 42″) – certainly the biggest piece I have worked with so far. “What was I thinking?” I wondered. “Where will I store it?” I hid it under the couch. Turns out that this piece is exactly the right size for this tree!!

Next step is to put the tree on plexi glass  with  tape and add more birds and branches before I can apply the special glue used with plexiglass.

Just one piece of plexi glass with the protective wrap on the other side giving it that wax paper look. There are still some branches, roots and birds to add.

Just one piece of plexi glass with the protective wrap on the other side giving it that wax paper look. There are still some branches, roots and birds to add.

“Tree”is complete. large and unwieldy as it is, I take it out to photograph it!! It blows off everything. So, finally, I lay it in the grass.

"Tree" lying in the grass! Rice paper, other paper in plexiglass

“Tree” lying in the grass!
Rice paper, other paper in plexiglass

Then I lean it against the barn door and get some photos, inside and out!!

"Tree" Rice Paper in Plexiglass sitting in the barn door

“Tree” Rice Paper in Plexiglass sitting in the barn door. This is the opposite side from the one pictured in the grass above.

"Tree" Rice paper in plexiglass, from the inside of the barn…love the shadows

“Tree” Rice paper in plexiglass, from the inside of the barn…love the shadows

detail "Tree" - rice paper and plexiglass

detail “Tree” – rice paper and plexiglass

Tree currently at the Paper Umbrella

Thanks to darlene dePourque who lent me Mary Lou’s window and took this photo with a fish eye lens. My friend Maggie wrote that it looked like the tree had uprooted and let the birds take it for a flight!!

Next stop – the Paper Umbrella in Regina!

Lumsden PLAYshop for the birds!!

This past Saturday saw me in Lumsden with eleven other creative souls who came to play with paper, scissors and glue… We spent a companionable day contemplating  beauty, exploring our own particular styles  – some  of us loving to tear the paper and go freestyle, others preferring the small, telling detail……We took note of what was difficult for us, what felt like “work” (not always a bad thing!) and what felt like joy? As we cut and pasted, some of us asked “What makes me hum? What gives me great pleasure and satisfaction? What tickled my funny bone and loosened the muscles around my jaw? Do I like to work slowly and carefully or is my way to move quickly?”

For me, each PLAYshop is unique, each a gift in its own way. One of the delights of my time in Lumsden was watching others as they played with the shape of birds – taking the same image and playing with it in so many different ways. This is something that brings me seemingly infinite delight!  I was so moved by the beautiful creations – the soft-edged and tender birds of a young mom, families of birds in palettes of blues or of autumn colours or yellows and purples, birds with flamboyant tail feathers. Others created  a flame, a dancing goddess, abstract pieces, an exquisite scene with a jewelled dragonfly, a line of dancing women joined by a single golden thread.

I firmly believe that a bracing winter walk in the middle of a day of collage play helps the creative process. But only one intrepid woman took me up on it. (Thanks Chris!) The rest preferred to let winter stay outdoors, except for the brilliant light streaming through the windows as we created a colourful and joyful spring within!

My thanks to all of the fine artists of Lumsden and district, for your dedication to creating space for art to bloom,for your love of beauty, and for the golden thread of friendship and support that keeps you loosely connected.

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so many beautiful birds

so many beautiful birds

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Some scraps of beauty to take home!

Some scraps of beauty to take home!

Next Paper Collage PLAYshop will be held on March 22nd in Fort Qu’Appelle.

Poached Egg Woman and the Wolf

Although I know I am rich in the things that matter most, sometimes living life as a full time artist is living close to the edge – the financial edge, that is. With the help of L.A Louve, Poached Egg Woman takes this tongue in cheek look at money worries.

This is the first of five parts to a saga. I have no idea where it is going from here! One part at a time!! Keep posted!

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Poached Egg Woman dreams that the Wolf is at the door! Aaaaah!

Poached Egg Woman dreams that the Wolf is at the door! Aaaaah!

The Wolf recites a long list of all the bad things that will happen to Poached Egg Woman.

The Wolf recites a long list of all the bad things that will happen to Poached Egg Woman.

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Then the Wolf gobbles Poached Egg Woman right up!!

Then the Wolf gobbles Poached Egg Woman right up!!

Then Poached Egg Woman disappears into the deep dark abyss of the Wolf's throat.

Then Poached Egg Woman disappears into the deep dark abyss of the Wolf’s throat.

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The End. I'm not so sure. the beginning? There will be a sequel for sure. (to be continued)

The End. I’m not so sure. the beginning? There will be a sequel for sure.
(to be continued)

Back at the Perth Farmer’s Market

In the Crystal Palace at the Perth Farmer's Market

In the Crystal Palace at the Perth Farmer’s Market

Alice visiting caught the back view of my head through the window.

Alice visiting caught the back view of my head through the window.

 

"Deep Diver" (Loon) and Water Snake #1 catch people's eye

“Deep Diver” (Loon) and Water Snake #1 catch people’s eye

"An Exultation of Larks" - I enjoy seeing how they look on different windows

“An Exultation of Larks” – I enjoy seeing how they look on different windows

"Fairies" with the market happening through the glass

“Fairies” with the market happening through the glass

Not at the market, but I could not resist. Some characters at the Bluegrass Festival that we arrived too late to enjoy

Not at the market, but I could not resist. Some characters at the Bluegrass Festival that we arrived too late to enjoy it

It is great to be back at the Perth Farmer’s Market! I set up my booth two years ago while spending time at Christie Lake, did well, met many interesting people and now I am back. I will be here for the next 2 Saturdays – July  27th and August 3rd from 8 a.m. until 1 p.m. under the glass roof of the Crystal Palace. I have enjoyed two Saturdays here already – – many people said that they were drawn to my small corner full of colour and joy! Thank you for coming by.

 

 

 

The Choir of No

*"Poached Egg Woman Listens to the Choir of No" Photo by Cherie Westmoreland

*”Poached Egg Woman Listens to the Choir of No” Photo by Cherie Westmoreland

I am having one of those weeks!

This watercolour was done about 5 years ago, when I decided that creating art needed to be more central in my life. I became aware of all the voices in my own head telling me that this was sheer lunacy!

I am glad the this version of Poached Egg Woman is with me still. Because you can be sure that the Choir of No still visits from time to time! This week I have dithered about what to donate to a charity auction, what the title of my upcoming art show should be, whether and when to have a PLAYshop this spring.

Regarding the title of my upcoming show – should it be “Winging it”, “Taking Flight”? – heck, I don’t know. Something to do with birds in flight, but hard to imagine what when I am feeling – well, grounded!! This week, I have started paintings and been unable to finish them. I have started cleaning my art space and stopped right in the middle. It is like I have a lump in my throat. You know the feeling!

One of the fun things about having this print on hand at sales, is that even people who aren’t artists “get it”. They get the “Choir of No.” They laugh. Most of us are familiar with some version of this chorus!

If you want to know who Poached Egg Woman is anyway, click the link and check out the bottom of the page.  Poached Egg Woman does other things besides listen to the Choir of No. For a sampling, see the gallery “Poached Egg Woman and other Feathered Creatures“.