08/05/2026
In April, on a much sunnier day than today, I headed to the beach. I had a ball of clay and a piece of cloth.
I shared the beach with a mother and her children as they played in the shallows of the beautiful CoffinBay coast.
I set about finding a rock. My aim was to form a piece of pottery using the rocks as a mould to create its shape.
Looking like a strange wanderer I walked up and down the beach with my clay in hand until I found my preferred rock. I placed the clay in and carefully pressed the clay into the cradle of nature. I set about gathering pieces of seaweed, shells and pebbles to impress into the clay, which was so therapeutic and satisfying.
As I allowed the sun to set the shape I enjoyed a conversation with a beautiful mother. Intently enjoying the outdoors with her young children, spending time and creating memories.
I thought of my time with my own children Bryce and Poppy at the same beach, climbing the same rocks, happily digging in the sand and enjoying the water and sun.
The clay was ready to take back to my studio. I had a spare hand to help the mother carry her beach items up the rocks as she tended to her active children.
The plate has now been fired in the kiln, glazed and fired again. It is simple in design but is deep in meaning, place and memory.
I have taken the time to speak with some likeminded local artists and makers lately, what they have to say is about creative discovery, authenticity and truth.
Art in any form is not to underestimated. The process they invest in is often vulnerable, giving a glimpse into their heart, soul and creativity.
