A memory of a walk

An artist residency during a pandemic is not ideal. I have been away from Hawthbush Farm more than actually been present there during the past nine months. But I’m not complaining. There’s no point. But because of this a large part of what I have been considering is how much of my work in generalContinue reading “A memory of a walk”

Another firing.

We spent another few days at Hawthbush during the children’s half term break. I’ve been coming regularly since the summer but have only done one firing since it’s rather tricky doing it on your own and not exactly advisable. This time it was so very wet my beautiful pits were full up with water soContinue reading “Another firing.”