Too many years ago, when I stepped out with porcelain in one hand and a flower in the other, it was simply a route for self expression. The clay and the flower were my creative tools, and inadvertently they became a conduit for my temperament. Nature has always been my go-to as a means to feel.

The wild seasonal hedgerows, the shady beech woods, the hills and the valleys and the rugged coast have been a massive source of inspiration to me. I feel compelled to immortalise a moment in time (sometimes mildly obsessively!) and often do so through impressing a symbol of this moment into the porcelain. The torn edges of my work are finished with a gold lustre, which suggest something pure and divine within our vulnerability – the imperfectly perfect. It was a logical route to work with my passions to create even more passion. I always like to explore a little deeper, work a little harder – to throw myself back into the firing line of redefining  my individuality.

 

I have always been a risk taker. I am fascinated to see how far I can push the boundaries of the medium and relish the moment of truth when I open the kiln. There is a story in every chapter of my art. I hold my flower work close to my heart and continue exploring it, but I am also loving the challenge of new sculptural and conceptual avenues, testing the peripheral fringes of the clay. Porcelain is the stallion of clays. It has its own ideas and an acute memory! To work with it is a privilege.

 

You have to surrender to the medium and allow it to become an entirely holistic and organic process.