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.
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.