Dragon’s Egg

Dragon’s Egg

Ceramics, charred wood, distressed photocopies, gold lustre The Dragon’s Egg only hatches in the fire breathed over it by the mother. After the drenched flames leaves a stinking charred nest high above Battersea, London. In the charred nest blooms a wise old owl with...
My Death Star

My Death Star

I have to be deconstructed for the birds to soar out of me. There is a glittering menace running through the newest collection of art ‘My Death Star’, the menace is a shadow that darkens my doorways lurking by the bed at night and sitting by my feet under the studio...
The Many Vesseled Women

The Many Vesseled Women

‘Vessels are female. There is no doubting it in my mind. Bowls, vases, the shapes simply lend themselves to curves and rounds.’ Philomena Harmsworth, a painter of twenty years has moved to East Sussex and discovered pottery. She says that last year the paintings were...
Sketches in Clay

Sketches in Clay

Every year begins with quiet, starts to gather pace and the big bang firework display is Christmas! Then the quiet returns. In that quiet time my head feels the purity and out come extremes of my experimentation. January became the time when I was pushing my wheel...

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