Online Shop Launch

Have just set up an online shop- it seemed silly having work lying around my studio doing nothing, have a look by copying and pasting this link-
http://bysaw.bigcartel.com/
My ceramic animals such as the badger below will be available to buy, as well as prints and tableware. 

Forming Words

My work will be in London until May, and then the exhibition moves to Manchester.

Flow Exhibition

Here's a tile which is part of a group I have showing at Flow Gallery next week. It's part of the exhibition 'Forming Words', which starts on Weds the 14th February. I'm looking forward to seeing how the other exhibitors have interpreted the brief.

Foxes!

 Glazed and posed in the snow...will be making more of these!

Woodland Oddballs and Snow

Over Christmas I gave myself a holiday project to make animals, mainly as a change from scary deep sea creatures and dead animals in jars. I started off with cats and Foxes, and moved on to Racoons and Badgers. They're made with a pinch pot technique, which makes them pleasing to handle in a lumpy cute way.

The Racoons are especially odd. I've been firing them over the last couple of days, which keeps the studio lovely and warm, despite the snow outside. My brother's car has particularly lovely snow sculptures on the back, created by his roof rack, hand made by him at The Winchester Bindery...

Prints in Angel

 I've just taken part in an exhibition of prints right next to Angel Tube station in London. The location was really great, not least because walking around in the snow with framed prints is quite awkward! The venue was at Candid Arts, which has a great gallery space, spacious and airy. I'm hoping to exhibit the prints again soon.

Images for Poetry

 Here's some work drying on top of my kiln, for a group show at Flow Gallery in the spring (oops and an odd tentacle). It's inspired by 'The Fatal Interview' by Edna St Vincent Millay. It's a very melodramatic epic (52 sonnets in all)  love poem published in the 1930's. I'll put a quote in but it might take me a while to choose one.....

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It may well be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It may well be. I do not think I would.

(From "Fatal Interview" 1931)