I first experienced porcelain as a medium in Copenhagen, working as an assistant to ceramicist, Christian Bruun, graduate of the Danish Design School and was immediately drawn to its creamy and fluid-like qualities. It was my interest in its fluidity and similarity to matter, such as bone and shell, which continued throughout my Masters Degree at Grays School of Art in 2004.
As a coastal dweller, formerly of the North East coast of Scotland, the South coast of England and currently the North East coast of Tyneside, my work has been inspired by the fragments of shell, fossil and bone washed up onto the beaches with each tide - vessels imprinted with traces of life and contents that have long gone.
I use the organic process of the wheel to make sculptural forms, as it captures the porcelain in its fluid, moving state. With its rhythms of cyclical growth it is very close to the way that Nature makes a form; in a semi-liquid state, exerting pressure from the inside and then solidifying with time.
I often combine each porcelain piece with found objects from the beach, such as rope, metal and driftwood, as these too have their stories of transience. They act as a rough plinth to the times when we have held in our pockets a found shell, bone or pebble, treasuring it just for those few moments.
As a coastal dweller, formerly of the North East coast of Scotland, the South coast of England and currently the North East coast of Tyneside, my work has been inspired by the fragments of shell, fossil and bone washed up onto the beaches with each tide - vessels imprinted with traces of life and contents that have long gone.
I use the organic process of the wheel to make sculptural forms, as it captures the porcelain in its fluid, moving state. With its rhythms of cyclical growth it is very close to the way that Nature makes a form; in a semi-liquid state, exerting pressure from the inside and then solidifying with time.
I often combine each porcelain piece with found objects from the beach, such as rope, metal and driftwood, as these too have their stories of transience. They act as a rough plinth to the times when we have held in our pockets a found shell, bone or pebble, treasuring it just for those few moments.
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