How I started

My introduction to ceramics was courtesy of Jill Winterton who ran a small pottery at Tynllywn Hen in mid-wales. I started going to her evening classes and was very quickly hooked. In the following months I spent long hours learning to throw in her barn on the side of the valley, enraptured by an equal love of clay and her fantastic flapjack. 

The view from Tynllywn Hen. 

The view from Tynllywn Hen. 

After eight months I eventually gave into the urge to buy my own equipment and set up a small studio in my parents conservatory. Despite still being a novice I decided that I had to try throwing porcelain. Its whiteness and translucency seemed like a holy grail and its reportedly tricky character appealed to my stubborn side.  Throughout the cold dark welsh winter I started to develop the throwing skills and forms that complimented the feel and character of the material.