If you don't already know, I grew up on the
Isle of Man. It's an odd, tiny place. I spent most of my childhood playing in a national glen called
Silverdale - my family has strong links to it, as my Grandfather owned much of the land from the 1930s - 60s. Over the years it has become affectionately known as 'The Children's Glen', with a boating lake, playgrounds, water driven carousel and ice cream shop, as well as the beautiful woodland walks along the Silverburn river. I think Silverdale is magic. Of all my childhood memories, the strongest are of Silverdale. Leaving it 4 years ago to travel was heart wrenching - as much as I love Australia and intend to stay here, I still feel that pull back to the glen. For various reasons, I've been thinking about home more than usual recently and it's crept into my sketchbook - and of course onto my pots.
This brainstorming is probably highly self indulgent, an expression of my homesickness, and likely won't progress much further than these experiments.
Using teeny pinch pots to test colours
Bluebells grown in abundance, as do daffodils at Spring time.
One of the key motifs I used was a sun, though it certainly rains more than anything else in that part of the world.
All of these pots are Southern Ice porcelain, so I will leave the exterior unglazed.
[goodness me, look at all that writing!]
More creative spaces over
here.