Clays

Spotted in the Scottish woods and adopted in my studio, these magic carpets had seen enough of the sky and enough of the ground, to lay forgotten and undisturbed. So I gathered them like one would thoughts and precious stones.

These cracked, aged and beautifully imperfect clays are my unique vessels and, as they say, no two are the same.

Hand collaged, occasionally waxed or embellished, still very light and earthly.