I’ve just thrown the last few pots for next week’s trip to London. That gives me seven days to finish, dry and fire twice – not the best plan in the world, but some how it always seems to be like this with the few deadlines each year that I can’t move! (Shows, Christmas and perhaps the odd wedding list or two). Thankfully though I’ve actually got plenty of pots already, I just can’t help making a few more.
Where the Story of Waun Hir Pottery Begins
On 9/9/99 I moved into a small Victorian Mews workshop in Brighton – for obvious reasons I don’t suppose I’ll ever forget the date.
My partner Sue and I, along with our first child moved from the big smoke to the little smoke by the sea – Brighton, having lived in London for nearly fifteen years.
Ever since leaving college in 1989 I had been an urban potter and rented a couple of large workshops shared with other artists. The first was in the then fairly run down Hoxton Square near Old Street and the later was a capacious space rented from the well known ceramicist Kate Malone about a mile north in Balls Pond Road.