Influenced by weathered places, my sculptural vessels try to capture those feelings of being at one with the eroding landscape and its history.
My workshop is in rural Norfolk, where I make pots built from coils of clay. Some have birds carved into the clay, barely noticeable, concealed within the muted colouring.
The surface patterns occur after smoking the burnished pots in natural material collected nearby. Some are fumed; others are pit fired in wood. Oxides are added, leaving explosions of colour. The bare, unglazed vessels feel somehow ancient and tactile.
Like the landscape, my pots are formed by a process of erosion.