'Here it is, if you like it buy it, if you don't, then don't'. Pots, tableware, nowadays do not have to be all pots for all people and yes, there is certainly space for a little potters' arrogance, space for individual makers to indulge and to do their thing. Fortune would have it that there is no ideological romance story in the style of 'boy meets pot, boy falls in love' within which I can contextualise and openly covet what it is that I do. Over time tasty aspects of ceramic production have brought me closer to, and more excited about, making tableware. The most prevalent being the potter's wheel and the responsive nature of clay when caught between this tool and my intention. However, the simple act of making something with my own hands for people to use has grown, not just in response to the joys of ceramic production or via the relentless striving to serve food that little bit better, but largely as a result of habitual circumstance; by where, how and with whom I have grown.
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