A visit to Solva Woollen Mill
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From the yearly archives:
2010
We took a trip up into the Preseli hills today to choose a painting by Linda Norris from her gallery in Maenclochog. The road up into the Preselis is very nostalgic for me from the daily school run. Every turn familiar but so rarely driven these days. In the low winter sun the hills looked magical.
Linda’s work is very much of Pembrokeshire. Many of her pieces remind me of rock blasted by thousands of years of wind, rain and salt. They have permanence, yet capture the transience of sky and sea that defines this area.
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After weeks of working towards the previous firing it is wonderful to sit by an open fire and reflect on my work. I have until Tuesday when the exhibition here at Court House ends to think through all my plans for the new year.
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Just came across this photograph I took last year. It is the view from the track up to my studio. Some days I hardly notice the sea, others I am mesmerised. I have already forgotten how it looked today tomorrow will be something new.
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I have enticed renowned illustrator and writer Jackie Morris across the fields to come and draw on some mugs I made for home.
It is the beginning of a collaborative project between Jackie and myself. The mugs seemed an ideal starting point for Jackie to get used to drawing on a three dimensional object and for me to get to know the techniques involved in ceramic illustration.
I thought we should go for classic blue and white, I like things to be clean and simple but also it is a technique I have some experience of.
Now that we know it works we have some exciting ideas that combine our individual creativity.
Take a look here, here, here and here to read about Jackie’s experiences.
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Little had changed the next morning, the last remaining structure barely visible amongst the heap. The sea was sublime.
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By nine o’clock at night this is all that was left of my Moon Jar. The wind and rain had in a single day reduced the pot to little more than a pile of soggy shards. The foot ring of the Jar was the all that remained. Up there the weather was really wild, standing trying to take pictures it was not so surprising that the Jar weathered away so quickly.
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The anticipation to see what effect the first rain had had on the unfired clay was motivating as I climbed the hill. From afar it was still in its entirety, a sphere against the laden sky.
The Jar was wet through on one side, the side that had taken the weather. Drops of rain had eaten there way into the surface making it rough and small cracks have started to appear. I think some persistent rain will cause the pot to collapse.
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Just below the summit of Carn Treliwyd is a field of bluebells. Today as I tramped my way through them each step sent flying a myriad of insects, among them Damselflies and a Wall Brown Butterfly.
I took a different route to the summit and came across another line of quartz leading directly to the jar, before it lay these beautiful flowers.
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