I write with clay, exploring relationships with landscape.
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The work employs my own words, as well as extracts of classical and contemporary poetry, such as Sheers’ verse ‘There are places that speak, Telling the stories of us and them…’
I have often wondered where the mudlarks and beachcombers of the future will find pieces of my scripts - possibly wrapped around vessels or embedded in stones like fossils?
My early residency at Mottisfont led to an occasional series of 'responses' to place and / or time, and these have provided a rich vein of material, sometimes taking me in quite unexpected directions. From Mary Watts' diary to Danebury Iron Age Hillfort and recently to themes from the ancient world.
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