| My first recollection of clay was digging it from the garden, making marbles, painting them when they were dry and swapping them for glass ones.
I only had one pottery lesson throughout my formal education until I decided to take a night class after an inspiring visit to David Frith¹s pottery in Denbigh.
I like the idea of digging something out of the ground, fashioning it into something and then to cap it all you heat it up with fire and it changes into a durable visual statement. If you are lucky it hints at the licking flames and dripping molten substances from whence it came.
I love the haphazard; I wish for happy accidents but I am a complete control freak and like to think I manipulate circumstances within which these accidents can happen. After thirty years I am still excited at this possibility.
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