In the small town of Harrow in England I was meant to go canoeing but I had to have my appendix out instead. To make up for me not going and to cheer me up my mum bought me a pack of clay one puts in the oven to dry, a set of tools and a rolling pin. Hence my journey as a hand building potter begun and it’s never really stopped, otherwise I may have been a world-renowned canoeist instead. My love of symmetrical lines both in the hand building of my pieces and the designs I paint on a lot of them comes from my favourite subject at school being technical drawing and my dad being a builder/carpenter who used to bring home plans I used to copy in exceptionally fine detail for the child I was. My joy in the bright glazes I use comes from the brightness I see in life, the beautiful sunsets and blue/turquoise oceans I saw in Samoa when I lived there for two years.
Pottery has given me so much, including many friends and it is something that provides me so much peace and happiness in my life. I have picked up many tools for life because of it and along with them I also still have and use the tools that my mum gave me all those years ago.
So, if you see one of my pieces of pottery, I hope you do not only see the piece, as if you look closely, you will also see some of my journey.