In one process the clay is formed on a wood-based shape; in its soft state it wraps to the surface, picking up the texture and form in a fluid arc. The wave is reflecting the constant movement in time, how nothing stays the same but is influenced by time. It is the reflection of something material, transforming in the firing as the wood burns away to leave a wave-like memory, a solid fragment of something fluid and ephemeral. Our life experiences change us, leaving lasting marks, but the ‘solid’ moment of experience is gone forever. I have travelled many places in search of something, only to find that each place leaves nothing but a fleeting impression. It is these fleeting moments that find permanent form in my wave work.
Every form is a response to an experience. In my world I struggle to see what is truly there before it has been through a clay transformation: only then does it make sense to me. Otherwise it’s just a mess with chaotic thoughts and unconnected impressions.