Category Archives: My Work

Resolved…

Looking back on my posts, they coalesce around this time in the month. The fact this didn’t fret me into thinking I must do more is evidence of feeling resolved. I’ve been working towards a monthly production cycle for a while. A week isn’t long enough and results in unfinished lists. A while back Morvern Cunningham, a fellow freelancer, and I had a couple of conversations about organising time from a creative pursuits point of view. I’d love to have this conversation again in an online event format. I think we touched on interesting concerns.

This use of resolved is wonderful:

the prism resolved the light into a play of color

https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/resolved

Emotion of the day series, with thanks to Be Manzini

New Work: Crustaceous Collection

I unloaded my kiln this morning and then cracked open a couple of saggar pots that had been fired with wood ash, banana skins and all manner of organic matter. I’d also been anticipating some plinth like slabs to seat my smaller sculptures. The pieces came together in such a pleasing satisfying way. I can always tell when I’’m really happy with work because I photograph it endlessly. I’ve tried to edit a couple of sets as follows.

  • Stoneware pot with porcelain pieces inside
    Saggar from Crustaceous collection
  • Empty stoneware pot with firing residue
    Empty sagger from Crustaceous collection
  • Several porcelain pieces
    Crustaceous collection
  • Porcelain piece
    Crustaceous collection

I wrote about feeling crustaceous here. The idea of forming a crust, skin or protective shell is very familiar territory for my work. With these I love how briny they look.

  • Porcelain pieces on rusted looking plinth like slabs
    Crustaceous collection
  • Several porcelain pieces on rusted looking plinth like slabs
    Crustaceous collection
  • A porcelain piece on a rusted looking plinth like slab
    Crustaceous collection
  • Porcelain piece
    Crustaceous collection
  • Several porcelain pieces on rusted looking plinth like slabs
    Crustaceous collection

Crustaceous…

I love the idea of having a hardened exterior. I definitely don’t permanently but it is a good feeling to be finding your shell again. This word also relates to new work on which a longer piece will follow. I did the sketch below after loading but before unloading my kiln and I was so pleased to see the same shapes emerging.

of, relating to, having, or forming a crust or shell

https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/crustaceous
  • Crustaceous sketch
    Crustaceous sketch
  • Several porcelain pieces
    Crustaceous collection

Emotion of the day series, with thanks to Be Manzini

Work in progress: Protest badges

Having fired the moulds taken from the plaster ceiling rose (see previous Instagram posts here and here) I pressed the first round of porcelain shapes today. The hands holding tools are the most interesting to me and I’ve started to think of these as protest badges. I’m thinking of calling the collection The Furies and then individually they could be things like Fiery, Fury, Frustration, Forge, Fight. The potentially unglazed porcelain or a matte finish glaze will hopefully evoke a classical marble statue. I’m hoping to finish these for Sheffield Ceramics Festival in July.

  • Photo of porcelain work in progress
    The Furies protest badges in progress
  • Photo of porcelain work in progress
    The Furies protest badges in progress
  • Photo of porcelain work in progress
    The Furies protest badges in progress
  • Photo of porcelain work in progress
    The Furies protest badges in progress
  • Photo of porcelain work in progress
    The Furies protest badges in progress

Honoured…

I felt very honoured to be featured by Aesthetica recently in a piece about sculpture evolving. Lacuna was longlisted for Aesthetica’s Art Prize in 2015. I remember being asked to write something for the Art Prize Future Now Anthology. It was one if the first times I took a deep breath and wrote what I thought and felt:

“I am preoccupied by the alchemical, the haptic and the woeful disregard for the conjury of ceramics, the illegitimate art form. My work represents states of being, relies on recognition – of the everyday, of human stance and domestic scale – often taking etymological origins.

Lacuna – an unfilled space, a gap, an extended silence or depression – is a once-thrown piece that rests and melts with hidden pools, smooth folds and broken loops.”

Lacuna, Future Now Anthology 2015

  • Screenshot of Aesthetica website
    Anna featured in Aesthetica article
  • Screenshot of Aesthetica website
    Anna featured in Aesthetica article
  • Screenshot of Aesthetica website
    Anna featured in Aesthetica article
  • Screenshot of Aesthetica website
    Anna featured in Aesthetica article
  • A screenshot of the Aesthetica website
    Aesthetica website featuring 5 Women Sculptors article

Emotion of the day series, with thanks to Be Manzini

A Room of One’s Own, Accumulating Weight

I recently finished A Room of One’s Own for the first time. There’s so much more to say than this initial post but in the midst of several funding applications I am reminded of two of so many phrases that hurtled towards me.

“That collar that I have spoken of… bowed my head to the ground.“

A Room of One’s Own, Virginia Woolf (p.5, Vintage Classics)

This physical manifestation of worry or preoccupation is a concept I’ve ruminated on for some time. The Daily Journeys We Wear is an overarching concept for my present art practice. The notion being our lived experience can be manifested in wearable sculpture, portraits that enclose, cage, guard or amplify us.

I am developing a new series:

Worn: A Battleground.
Exploring what we carry with us.
Accumulated weight. An armour of sorts.

Worn Weft Weary. A trio.

Vestiges of an emotional battleground, artefacts.

I like the sense of a trio emerging here. They’ll be several stances forming a group I think. The W words are textural and a ripe starting place as specific words often are for me.

“A nugget of pure truth to wrap between the pages of your notebook and keep on the mantelpiece forever.”

A Room of One’s Own, Virginia Woolf (p.4, Vintage Classics)

I loved this phrase from the moment I read it. That preciousness and the idea of a gift of words. A weightiness too though that can be burden like the previous collar. It is writing I want to write and the pressure I feel to find such writing when deadlines loom.