I live in rural Lincolnshire and potter in my studio at the bottom of my garden surrounded by greenery and shadowed by a beautiful gnarled ancient apple tree.
As I sit and make, I hear only wind rushing through leaves and birds singing. As I rest and meditate small sculptures blossom from fleeting thoughts and emotions and the shadows and whispering voices of my mind where the wind blows wild.
Soft formless clay is slowly transformed in my hands over hours, days, weeks, sometimes months.
Each piece is individual, unique and quirky – an encapsulation or echo of my experience, life and soul.