Forty years ago I chose to leave an academic life; a BA and MA in English and American Arts and I was off.
I wanted to make pots.
I won Awards; I had spectacular kiln failures. My work has been taken around the world and people return years later to tell me.
“See what I have of yours!” they say, and I see work made when I was a different person in a different life.
But here I still am, making and showing and exhibiting and exploring new ideas with the same joy as I felt when I was a child, trying to cook wet clay from a river in my Mum’s gas oven.
My pots do their job without me; they are a gift of communication from me to you.
Home: finding clay, making a life