‘Flux’ sculptures and drawings

Walking along the Thames at low tide, I am captivated by accidental sculptures created from rubbish thrown into the river. Beautiful, ambiguous, transitory forms emerging out of anti-social acts. The river ebbs and flows; a shopping trolley becomes a fish nursery, a bike a mysterious abstract silhouette. Rope, pipes and crates precariously balance against each other, must and weed cloaking all.

The heat of the kiln mimics the action of the tidal Thames; materials rise and fall, things move, sink, are concealed or revealed. Objects in flux, materials in flux, life in flux; the nature of ceramics is to freeze these moments.

This body of work deliberately lets go of conscious intention – what is it? Something, Nothing, Something.