The Making of a Sheep

The Making of a Sheep

One particularly interesting thing about creating an object that you can picture in your mind is that it very rarely turns out the way you think it will. When the piece is created the artist can go two ways, try to perfect it for what they had in mind or they can let it go and move on. Our sheep has its own personality and he decided when I was done.

The sheep has no name. Actually, some days he doesn’t have an identity either. He has been called a dog and sometimes a cow. I don’t believe his feelings are hurt as he understands that art is filtered through the eye of the beholder. My feelings are sometimes singed with his identity confusion but really I am only the creator, it's not all about me.

The sheep was created at the Art Barn with Beth Swalwell. If you have not yet attended a class there, I highly recommend it. Beth’s creativity and knowledge and her overall willingness to allow you to express your artistic soul with her help and guidance will enable you to create something you didn’t know you had in you. Beth stretched my mind to embrace a process I had no knowledge about.

Created out of recycled shirts from my husband's drawer, an afghan from Gleaners that was made with love by an unknown contributor and some paverpol (a unique textile hardener) the sheep was born out of three days of blood, sweat, and tears. If you haven’t yet experienced paverpol, look it up, there are amazing sculptures made from this medium.

Everything about our sheep was unexpected- the size, the process, the colour, and his beautiful button eyes. I wouldn’t change a thing about him.

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