Writer, Mixed Media Artist, Contemplative Musician
For years I've been saving broken china. I even ask people at yard sales if they have any they are going to throw out. I sorted it all into colour groups. I picked up a little homemade table at a yard sale for under ten dollars.ย A two tiered round table or plant stand. First I... Continue Reading →
I'm experimenting with creating vessels which are inspired by views of nature. These baskets are traditional rag baskets made with tiny strips of cloth sewn over a core. So this basket inspired by Emperor Penguins first appeared. I love the look of canola fields in bloom in Manitoba. Then I was inspired by famous works... Continue Reading →
At the heart of every longing is a quest for deeper connection. How can I help you make those connections? ย This is my work and the work of Heather Plett. ย Gathering inย circle, allows usย to connect againย withย each other,ย ourselves, theย sacred, and theย earth. Heather has included my submission about connecting to our earth in her new ebook, Aย Path... Continue Reading →
The beautiful art quilts of Heather Lair are on display at the New Iceland Heritage Museum in Gimli, Manitoba, Canada until Sept 1st. This is a must see show.ย I felt like I was in the midst of greatness being surrounded by Heather'sย work. Here are some of my favourites. Being able to view allย this work... Continue Reading →
We went berry picking with my grandson. It was the perfect morning. Cool and breezy enough to keep the mosquitoes away. Overcast too. Saskatoon berries are sort of like blueberries, but a whole lot easier to pick, I think. They are a prairie delicacy and loaded with antioxidants (things that are good for you). Mike... Continue Reading →
My husband and I hung out with a unique fellowship of believers; Christ Church, Anglican. This rural church, in the town of Petrolia, Ontario, Canada has a unique claim to fame. It is intimately connected with the development of the oil industry. It was the place of worship of many of the original Canadian oil... Continue Reading →
Sometimes you sit in a coffee shop and, even though you don't really mean to, you overhear the conversation going on atย the next table. That happened to me last week. And I truly believe that I was in the right place at the right time. The group at the next table were engaged in conversation... Continue Reading →
Ever since I started to cane chairs over twenty years ago, this book has been my bible. Today's project doing an insert repair. I can't even remember where I picked this chair up, probably at a yard sale. Don't ever pick up old chairs at yard sales unless you are prepared to fix it yourself.... Continue Reading →
I just pressed the "SEND"ย key on an submission email to a juried contemporary fibre art show which celebrates the tradition and history of textile arts. This show will be part of an exhibit at Dufferin County Museum and Archives calledย Stitches Across Time. ย It calls Canadianย fibre artists to produce work that is inspired by one of... Continue Reading →
Medaille House Labyrinth, London Ontario - photo Sandi Spaulding In 1998 I spearheaded a labyrinth building project at Medaille House Retreat Centre in London, Ontario. A 60' diametre labyrinth based on the classical 11 circuit Chartres Cathedral design. What prompted my memory of this event was finding this cardboard template tucked away in my storage room.... Continue Reading →
You do stupid things when you're a teenager. Hopefully those stupid things aren't morally, legally or ethically wrong. Sometimes they are just silly! When I was a teenager there was a really weird fad. Stealing Lee jean patches! If you were fortunate enough to be able to afford them, the cool thing was wearing Levi... Continue Reading →
snow squeaks under my feet earth converses as I walk bearing witness to my life
Feel the sea spray on your cheeks. Sense the wind in your hair. Feel the sun on your shoulders. Feel the sand beneath your feet. Feel the water rush up between your toes and run back down the beach again. Smell the salt air. Listen to the pulsating sound of the waves. Sense the power.... Continue Reading →
When I went to the post office yesterday a letter was in my box. A handwritten letter! I ripped it open like a child on Christmas. I was so excited. And right now I'm drinking the tea. To think that it was a couple of days ago when this friend put pen to paper and... Continue Reading →
Hanging together In desolation and hardship Juice becomes sweeter
sun breaks through clouds parted with hope connect to the Light
I took my Oscar steel drum outside in -14C to see what it would do to the sound. First time I've played with mitts on. This is filmed with my new GoPro camera. It's sure better than trying hold a camera and a set of drumsticks at the same time. The pixie dust is from... Continue Reading →
THE BASKET- Sheri King Ward, 2014 ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐ฎ๐ง๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ. ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ซ. ๐๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐ญ๐จ... Continue Reading →
One of my favourite pictures, circa 1963, is this one of me and my Mum in front of the Christmas tree. It's badly taken, that's for sure. Probably from my Grampa Percy's camera. I noticed that my Grandmother Winifred appears reflected in the living room window of my childhood home. Kind of spooky, considering my... Continue Reading →
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