Joy of Clay

Joy of Clay

Ankle-deep and barefoot in the cold stream  (or thigh-deep as we were one April after a long rainy period), grubbing away at an exposed seam of clay. It’s just like being a child again- getting dirty and wet, squidging the lovely stuff between our fingers,...

Making and Breaking: Musings

At the 2013 Ice Age Art exhibition at the British Museum I spent some time studying the baked clay animals in the show. They’re mostly small fragments, around 2-4cm in size. Despite their smallness and lack of detail they’re exquisite and the essence of the animals is...
Mistle thrush basket

Mistle thrush basket

Last winter there were a few weeks when it was unusually snowy. And in the usual English way, human life pretty much ground to a halt because of it. One morning I heard a loud thump at a window. At head height was a little clump of small downy feathers stuck to the...