Earth first bowl
When I was scraping the outside of my first coil pot with an old veneer saw blade to break up
birch bark vase
The mixture of matt and shiny white glazes and the way they interact reminded me very much of the birch
inspiration rocks
The other day I went in search of a beach that I last visited almost 20 years ago. It had
What I fancy making
A week walking in the Yorkshire Dales and then a visit to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park with its new Sean
Poetry is not words
Poetry is not an arrangement of words, but a quality of openness, a distillation of experience and a refinement of
The language of images
In the introduction to Kathleen Raine’s selected poems she says, nature poetry is not what we write about nature,
Tango
There is this interplay between the idea and what happens with the paint. If the paint dominates, there is mess.
The persistence of impressions
If I can find a unifying theme for these last months’ travels it is stone. Red stone outcrops carved to
a bowl of water and light
I’ve just delivered a painting to a client who wanted to bring the essence of a landscape that she’d known