photos like these remind me of pots made with hands, all those finger pad marks. there is a lot of clay/mud to see at Morston when the tide is out.
other textures such as these swathes of marram grass give me the feeling that this landscape is almost animal-like.
we had an inspiring early morning walk last week.
paddling and getting mud between the toes
I love this boat – it’s a cockleshell of rough resin, cast from another boat I expect. belongs to Jonathan who used to harvest mussels down here. the beds have been covered with sand, so are not viable any more, terribly sad.
this is where the Stiffkey debouches into the tidal lagoon behind Blakeney point, Stiffkey or Morston Freshes.
more coiling, more focused now
this one is called To the Headland.
they are evolving into a series of landscape pieces
with some minimal scored things on this one. probably I will continue using the chun glaze over the oxide and slip, so the mark-making will be quite veiled.
knapped flints on Bale church – another form of inspiration –
and this sky the other evening, all the layers of light.
a new piece started yesterday. after a long soak in the bath I had a flash of realisation – went up to the shed in the dark in my pjs and did this fluting. the stars were wonderful – the Milky way above …..
another trip to Morston in between, while clay stiffened up
Tilda and the bush turning into one strange marsh creature
I counted 27 mute swans sailing out as the tide withdrew the water
we enjoyed a coffee at the National Trust cafe. I’m very sad that they don’t sell Ronaldo ice cream any more.
back to work, but needs a better resolution than this … too clam-shell …
I am trying to channel the sand dunes and the river at Lunan Bay near Arbroath in Scotland
the other side
now to dry. I’ve started another, but this one is Lunan Water.
and I am adding a few more paddling at Morston clips for those of you who feel deprived of this very important resource.