Under her Piano

"Music" by Anne Porter from Living Things: Collected Poems. © Steerforth Press, 2006.   When I was a child I once sat sobbing on the floor Beside my mother’s piano As she played and sang For there was in her singing A shy yet solemn glory My smallness could not hold   And when I... Continue Reading →

Reflections on a Year Long One-a-Day Ephemeral Art Project

I spent all of 2016 focused on an endeavour called One-a-Day Ephemeral Art Project*. Every day for a year I went outside and had a short conversation with nature. I made a piece of art with foraged objects and left it for someone to find (or not) celebrating whatever the environment offered me each day.  I documented... Continue Reading →

1 year of stitches

I'm embarking one a new one-a-day year-long challenge, this time with a good friend. And this 365 day project doesn't have to be done outside. (In 2016 I did an daily ephemeral artwork project outside, everyday!) Each of us are fibre artists but we rarely work solely in embroidery. It's the type of challenge which... Continue Reading →

On Ceremonies, Cloth Bags and Grief

One of the most powerful moments of my mother's committal service was seeing my brother and sister-in-law placing her ashes into the ground. They knelt down on the grass beside the small hole. Gently her arm went all the way to the bottom of the soil floor, over a metre down, like a final caress. Families who are not... Continue Reading →

Sitting on the Edge of Patriarchy

"Say 'goodbye' to Patriarchy," said my husband as he passed me the captain's chair. 1977, a very special wedding gift from my parents. A suitably expensive Roxton maple dining room set; 4 chairs and a table. We have gathered around that table for the last 39 years.  We still love the table.  Whoever designed the... Continue Reading →

Coiled Basket Joy

I recently got the opportunity to teach coiled basketry at The Craft Bee, a monthly maker's night in London, ON.  I really love teaching.   The Craft Bee is held at the homey Soulshine Studio in Wortley Village.       So much can be accomplished with just three colours.     Rachel McGarry, of Urban Farm... Continue Reading →

God’s Nest of Creation

I've been weaving a series of coiled basket creations mounted on driftwood, which I call "Bird Nests".  Recently someone purchased this one and sent me this beautiful story. Nests evoke all kinds of emotions and bring forth thoughts of birthing, creating, preparing, anticipating and incubating. This Christmas I am gifting one of your nests to... Continue Reading →

Grapevine Weaving

It all started with this. A huge grapevine choking a large tree on my property. I dragged it all down and this huge pile became art material! Find two trees far enough apart, but not too far. The weft comes first. Up to ladder height. Warp and weft. Yes, that is an old wooden chair... Continue Reading →

The Inner History of a Day

by  John O’Donohue No one knew the name of this day; Born quietly from deepest night, It hid its face in light, Demanded nothing for itself, Opened out to offer each of us A field of brightness that traveled ahead, Providing in time, ground to hold our footsteps And the light of thought to show... Continue Reading →

Coiled Basket Workshop Summer 2015 Here is the link to all summer classes at Runs With Scissors Studio in Winnipeg Beach, MB.

Humming

A wonderful way to wake up is to hum to yourself before even getting out of bed. Humming is a simple vibrational pattern with profound effects. "Sound vibrations move and alter matter. The purpose of sound has primarily been known as a mode of communication, forewarning, or entertainment, but the true benefits of sound are... Continue Reading →

Art Making as Self Love

"As artists it takes courage to create when the world around us keeps saying that there are better things we could be doing with our time. There is often little recognition or money in being an artist, and yet I invite you to consider art-making and creativity an exuberant act of self-love. To say, “I... Continue Reading →

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