I’ve recently stopped the old day job. This has coincided with the annual mad rush to complete work ready for the Artists Open Houses festival in Brighton. I’m in two places which frankly is foolish but I’m pleased with what I’ve done nonetheless. Lots of people have said they like my work during the first weekend and we had masses of visitors but liking is only one part of the Open Houses. The next step is to see whether people like enough to then actually buy…
Its been a while, and i am at a juncture in my life i suppose – hanging up the ‘job’ and seeing if i can hack it as a student potter…watch this space for what the future may bring. And with this feeling of new beginning comes some new work, or at least the beginnings of it. These lovely ladies, formed during a fantastic course at West Dean with Claire Ireland, are going to pit fired..watch this space to see if they survive!
Its always nerve raking when you put the kiln on, particularly when you’ve got it packed like this. Worse case scenario? They fall into each other and fuse together by the glaze, or they crack. But thats the name of the game. Embrace it I say.
A year ago – and the same is still true!
my kiln is old. very old. she is a cromarty from the 1960s and we got her from down the road for £100. i am not sure that i really know how to use her, but i think that finally we are coming to an understanding, and she is doing me proud. the only problem is that she doesn’t like very high temperatures, but then what old lady does?
New batch and mega excited to be on the make again…experimenting with porcelain and its challenging everything I want to do with it – lets see how it goes and watch this space for more in the coming weeks…
and look, some of my pieces are now part of someone else’s world. As i start my next collection for the Brighton festival, I am thinking of how I will collect images of where they all end up and indeed how they are used.
Two weekends gone and two weekends to go in the Brighton and Hove Open House festival. Its remarkable how it is making me dream of pots and how the plans for new things once this ‘show is over’ are coming thick and fast. Any pieces sold? To family, friends and indeed one happy stranger. Which equals one happy me.