I have often wondered why one of my great loves does not influence my ceramics. After all, my work is about vessels which carry a story. So why does my love of sailing not come in somewhere? The answer escapes me but, in a week where progress in the studio has been just that – progress – and we have had our first outing of the year in Annika, I decided not to write for the sake of it and instead to share with you the two aspects of my love for vessels.
Things have been a bit strange since the Open Studios in November. There have been some massive highs, some horrible lows and everything in between. To cut a long story short I have decided that I am going to bring forward the moving of my studio to Cornwall. The building plans are no further forward but I don’t want to work in London for various reasons and so I am going to rent a studio on the Roseland until my own studio is ready sometime next summer.
I have agonised over this. Things have been taking off in London and I didn’t want to lose out just as it was going so well. However, I have given myself a stiff talking to; pointed out to myself that, if I am any good, I don’t need the big smoke; gone for one of my favourite walks on a fabulous December afternoon and reminded myself that I have a lot to be thankful for.
With somewhere such as this to inspire me why would I not want to hasten my westerly migration!
To paraphrase the words of Paulo Nutini I have the view from my window and a nice warm bed; I have a great place to work and a bucket full of mud; I have some great ideas and a nice warm kiln; but most of all, I’ve got my Roseland!