Writer, Mixed Media Artist, Contemplative Musician
9:30-11:30 AM Westland Gallery, 156 Wortley Rd, London, ON N6C 3P5 Facilitator- Ev Ward A fun afternoon creating rope from fabric and found natural elements while contemplating the things that keep us tied up and the cords that bind us together. You will learn an easy method of creating cord from scraps of fabric and foraged... Continue Reading →
Thank you Westland Gallery for hosting my coiled basket class Feb 11, 2024. It's one of my favourite cultural gems. So proud of my students. Sheri Cappa Carolyn Vandersluis Stephanie Kerlovich Laura Taylor Thank you to my teacher Ankaret Dean.
Saturday, March 16, 2024 1-4pm Stratford, ON Facilitator- Ev Ward A fun afternoon creating rope from fabric and found natural elements while contemplating the things that keep us tied up and the cords that bind us together. As always with Ev's workshops there will be some music. You will learn an easy method of creating... Continue Reading →
Women. Come and sing! An in-person event in Stratford, ON. Treat your mind, body and soul to a couple of hours of vocal fun. Led by Ev Ward we will gather in circle to hum, chant, and sing world music supporting women’s spirituality. Bring your voice and intention to self-care. You don’t have to read... Continue Reading →
𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘕𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴 . . . 𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯... Continue Reading →
9AM- 11:30AM Facilitator: Ev Ward Westland Gallery,156 Wortley Road, London , Ontario In this class you will learn to hand coil a fibre basket; how to start, shape and finish a basic small basket and how to use a variety of materials for core and wrapping. Once mastered this simple technique can lead to marvelous... Continue Reading →
Listening to Katherine May interviewing Erica Berry on her new book Wolfish triggered the memory of my first Hallowe'en costume, Red Riding Hood. Wolves have often been a cypher for our fears. Berry believes wolves are more than what they seem — that we project our fears onto them and make them symbols of everything... Continue Reading →
It sometimes starts with a wire brush for distressing. Then gathering different possibilites from my stash. The title "Sunday Review" came as a result of the last piece I attached, a vintage slide gleaned from a yard sale entitled Keston Pond, The Sunday Walk. Reviewing my own need for the Sunday church activities which I... Continue Reading →
"Moment of Surmounting", 12" x 12" mixed media by Ev Ward (recycled Laotian cotton pants, book plate on handmade paper fabric, birch bark, oxidized metal, dandelion stem cordage, hand-dyed doily, key, 3 ply pima cotton thread, sinew) Climb by Winifred Welles (1893-1939) My shoes fall on the house-top that is so far beneath me, I... Continue Reading →
It's been sort of a dandelion kind of summer. I got into harvesting these beautifully long stems in June. I was a bit obsessed with foraging. I like making things from free stuff! I had no idea how this was all going to turn out. With a little help from @foragedfibres I learned how to... Continue Reading →
Updates on the Woven Tree.
10:00AM- 4:00PMGimli, Manitoba Instructor: Ev Ward de Roo If you are grieving the death of a loved one, the loss of a significant relationship, the breakdown of your way of being, the news of a difficult diagnosis then sometimes a day with others who are also grieving can be healing. I invite you to the... Continue Reading →
Ev Ward de Roo 10:00AM- 4:00PMGimli, Manitoba Instructor: Ev Ward de Roo An introduction to slow stitching as a contemplative practice. This is for the perfectionist desiring to get out of the head and into the hands and heart, for the creatively stuck desiring to get the juices flowing, for those who have unsuccessfully tried... Continue Reading →
Such subtle variations in purples in this dying tulip. It was a bright purple in full bloom. Now I appreciate it because of its ability to still offer beauty even in its decomposing. How does my aging life offer beauty? It's in the aging that the nuances appear. That the in-your-face boldness of youth and... Continue Reading →
I did something today which some purists might consider anathema. I spilt up a set of Minton fine bone china, Windermere pattern. And to make myself feel even more guilty it was bequeathed to me by my dear aunt. To be truthful it wasn't a full set with serving dishes, teapot and all, but a... Continue Reading →
So what do you do with all those old photographs? Our old Edwardian house had a large entranceway. So instead of being tucked away in old albums the walls of our foyer got decked out in the black and white photos of our lineage. Everyday I looked at one or more of these pictures as... Continue Reading →
I worked as a professional organizer for a time. The strangest job I ever did for a client takes some explanation. My client was an excellent photographer, travelling all over the world taking beautiful pictures. Both her parents had been safari hunters in Africa over 50 years ago. She inherited her parent's house. In it... Continue Reading →
A very small piece of my embroidery is included in this amazing project by Yana Schnitzler. "Tales of a Phoenix: The Letting Go Project" is a performative work that harnesses the power of ritual to bring women together from across the world in a unified release of old patterns that no longer serve our personal... Continue Reading →
Some people chose a word for the year as a practise at New Year's. My friend asked everyone to chose a verb. I baulked at the idea this year because I'm prone to worry that I won't get it right. But this is the type of spiritual practise which can ignite rather than restrict. I... Continue Reading →
We have a tradition in my father's family of having special food at Christmastide. They hailed from Nottinghamshire, Britain. A bowl of hot boiled wheat porridge called frumenty was made only for Christmas time. This ancient pottage hails from the middle ages and my version bears some resemblance to the medieval frumente. My Dad always... Continue Reading →
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒅 