Diary

As an artists who claims to be inspired by the landscape I am often critical of myself for not getting out and drawing more strongly on my inspirations. The discipline of spending forty minutes walking through the landscape looking in a meaningful way has been...

By nine o'clock at night this is all that was left of my Moon Jar. The wind and rain had in a single day reduced the pot to little more than a pile of soggy shards. The foot ring of the Jar was the all that remained. Up there the weather was really wild, standing...

The anticipation to see what effect the first rain had had on the unfired clay was motivating as I climbed the hill. From afar it was still in its entirety, a sphere against the laden sky. The Jar was wet through on one side, the side that had taken the weather....

Nearing the top of Carn Treliwyd I found these lines of quartz. Ancient routes through the rocks that shape our landscape. How we use and experience a landscape is of constant interest to me.  One of the ways that shapes our experiences is the routes we take. paths...

My second attempt at this project after the previous Jar was taken from the top of Clegyr Boia. A new more remote location this time on top of Carn Treliwyd. I have made a Jar from a blend of local clays, some from the moor below at Waun Llodi. This raw, unfired jar...