Music – Ghosteen, Nick Cave & the Bad SeedsIt seems to have been raining for days, sifting relentlessly out of a white sky with no distance in it. Everything is soaked, even the birds look like bits of footwear fished out of a canal. The blueblack paths are pasted with leaves orange, yellow, red. Incessant ...
Moon: waxing crescentAs we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only…
T. S. Eliot, East Coker
It’s early morning. The air tastes sharp and clean. The woods, as someone else ...
Moon: waxing crescent
Music: Goodbye to Language, Daniel Lanois… wood, with a gift for burning
Adrienne Rich, Song
It’s been a busy couple of weeks at Mud Station. There’s so much to plan and organise, and much of the work I find physically rather hard. The simplicity and correctness of it keeps me going, keeps replenishing what fluency and ...
Moon – waning crescent
Recycling is very important, as we all know. At Mud Station our goal is to keep all the clay we have in the system for as long as possible – ideally till it’s been glaze fired and returned to its proud owner. Till then, everything that isn’t made into something someone ...
The world is so loud … keep falling, I’ll find you.
Kate Bush, Snowflake
Tonight’s full moon is a harvest moon – the full moon closest to the autumnal equinox.
I went to the pottery early in the morning to unload the kiln. The city was empty, virtually devoid of traffic, and very quiet. At one point there was ...
Moon: waxing crescent.
Soundtrack: new TOOL album
Lunch: homemade rosemary and lavender cake (vegan)…
September. It’s getting colder.
The light has changed, becoming whiter, and the trees stream noisily overhead when I cycle home from the pottery.
I love this time of year, it’s rich with emotional connections and memories. I feel my inner life condensing and coming into focus ...
Craft is what enables you to work when you haven’t got any inspiration
Anyone can, and should, at some time in their lives, make a pot.
You don’t need anyone’s permission. You don’t have to be ‘artistic’ or think of yourself as ‘creative’. You just have to really want to do it and be prepared to ...
Part broken, part whole, you begin again
We were cycling away from the pottery the other day and Sylwia said to me ‘I can smell the Autumn’. It made me want to go home and listen to The Sensual World by Kate Bush. Different times of year evoke rich associations which are often connected with particular things. ...