It has been a while since I last posted, and I apologize. But I seem to have fallen into a helpless state of worship; I cannot stop looking at the clouds, the sea; even the silently waiting trees outside my window leave me feeling faint with love.
I am talking about the view from my studio.
I have this desire to enter the scene – the earth itself drives me mad as I pound the clay on my table, drawing pictures that of course are rubbish. Well, you have to start somewhere.
I am trying to find a format; framed?
Does it even matter? I need to draw the images until I can stop making sense and just capture the essence.
I know I want to smoke fire the plaques, and I know that they will be mainly monochrome. I am making all these glaze tests; silver, white, grey, brown – shiny or matte. It really is a lot of fun. But it is playing havoc with my social life.