I handbuild in stoneware clays - white, black, glint-flecked or groggy.

Pebbles become forms on which to build. Buoys found on the beach generate kinetic, rock-able shapes that seem pleasingly unanchored. Chance vessels emerge and evolve.

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I leave awkward forms unglazed to reveal strata and stripe, while slender vessels undergo distortion by hand, as if wind-whipped. Rough bowls are honed smooth.

Layered glazes  suggest the shallows where the kelp begins and the light plays tricks. Foraged sea-glass - treasure from Scarista and Luskentyre - journeys under fire into ebb and flow.

Bone-matt white glaze makes me think of the exposed chalk figures cut into the South Downs.  Delicate nerikomi work proposes something deeper: fossils cached in ancient rocks.

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