Ceramics, bone china light-pieces. A dialogue with landscape and clay.
‘From my studio in a shallow dip of rolling farmland, I witness the enduring landscape exposed to the weather, the changing seasons, and passing of the sun. I glimpse the progress of wild creatures in the margins and ponder on the various traces of human life.’
This was an earlier attempt to describe the why and wherefore of my work. Is it still true? As usual, I find definition eludes me, although those words are at least in part true, I find my work is more abstracted now, more internalised. With each piece of work I am on a quest for the right resonating frequency, something human, something describing nature and the rightness of it. A kind of truth.