I make things of great beauty every day,
it’s both a blessing and a curse.

Every part of my being is working clay for
the key moment I exclaim ‘so beautiful’. 

For my porcelain pieces this moment can take
years, weeks or way too many hours to remember.

It’s never instant, an object of beauty isn’t luck. 

It takes blood, sweat, and many many tears. 

I’m constantly rescued by my inner me who whispers
‘sweetheart, get up off the floor and try again’.

What a curse to make beautiful objects in perpetuity.

Such a blessing.