Elemental Studies
A gathering of vessels shaped by heat, weather, and the land itself…
Small vessels shaped at the edge of elemental forces — fire, water, peat, storm — each holding a memory of transformation.
of Peat and Storm
A gathering of vessels shaped by chaos — by fire in the kiln and by the stories we carry from the land itself. Their surfaces echo scorched bogs, wind-scarred moorlands, and offerings left on a cairn at a mountain pass — part prayer, part warning.
These pieces are about transformation at its rawest: not the calm that follows, but the moment of upheaval itself.
The point where beauty and violence are inseparable.
The fire hasn’t quite let go: russet heat, smouldering patches, and the raw, wild scars of its passing. A vessel caught in the moment between burn and breath.
Some storms leave scars you can see; others work deeper, reshaping us in silence. This vessel carries that hidden weight — its darkened glaze a memory of fire and chaos, its softened form a quiet act of endurance.
The quiet just after the breaking of the storm, glaze settling into an earthy mist with freckles of iron like rain on peat. Shaped by fire and tempered by chaos, it carries the memory of wild weather and the simple fact of still standing.
The storm doesn’t end when the sky clears — its weight lingers in land and body alike. This vessel holds that memory: fire and chaos etched into its surface, a quiet cairn marking where you’ve been and what you’ve endured.
Not every storm roars — some wear you down slowly, carving away until only what matters remains. This vessel holds that quieter power, its darkened surface smoothed like a stone shaped by centuries of tide and wind, a reminder that even chaos has its calm.
of Fire and Water
A gathering of vessels shaped where elements meet — fire marking the clay, water softening its edges, each surface holding the quiet shimmer of heat surrendering to calm. These forms echo cooled embers beneath rain-washed blue, the tender place where flame recedes and the world remembers how to breathe again.
These pieces are about transformation as it settles: a slow unfurling after intensity, a hush that follows when the kiln’s fierce light gives way to reflection.
The moment where what was scorched is soothed, and what endures rises gently to the surface.
The air still hums after the storm — that moment when heat meets water and everything softens, though nothing has quite settled. Misted blue over warm clay, this vessel carries the memory of that transformation, iron freckles drifting across its surface like ash through calm air.
Water remembers what fire forgets. This vessel holds that meeting point — where heat softens into reflection and the calm after chaos settles on the surface, though the warmth of clay and the trace of flame still linger beneath.
After the first quiet comes the weight of remembering — fire and water folded into calm blue, the warmth of clay still breathing beneath the surface. This vessel is not an end but a pause, a resting place between what was scorched and what will endure.
The moment between elements — where fire’s memory cools into water’s calm — lives in this vessel. Its glaze holds both heat and rain, light and rust, carrying the hush that follows transformation and the quiet knowledge of what has been survived.
The moment when heat loosens and water settles — calm blue softening over ember-ed rust. A quiet reminder that after the fiercest transformations, something gentle always remains.
The quiet after the storm, where flame cools and what remains of water turns to light. This vessel carries the soft calm that follows transformation — not the moment of change, but the breath that comes after, when everything has settled and nothing needs to speak.