Take Me Down to the River.

The River Great Ouse travels 140 miles before it reaches the Wash and the North Sea. Like any river, it carries with it more than I’ll ever know. I dig the clay from the bank, mixed in with strata of silt, and grasses, and insects that, if they were given half a chance, would make nondescript fossils millennia from now. The river clay gets mixed with feldspar and china clay to be used as a hard fired clay body. The river clay gets used as a glaze. A black glaze, a yellow glaze, a grey glaze. The clay body bonds well with the glazes. I do not know how much the visual strength of the landscape influences the outcome of these works. I do know that the actual physicality of the river banks play a profound roll on their outcome.