What I love most about pottery is its keen way of representing its maker. I’ve recently been exploring my pots as illustrations of who I am. I see the contrast of soft, translucent porcelain and robust, iron-rich stoneware as an extension of myself: strong yet delicate, full bodied and organic. Through imagery, pattern and humour, I celebrate my interests with no other reason than they’re mine. I tattoo my pots with designs I might tattoo my skin with. I see fat, dripping glazes teeming with colour, clinging to bare clay like an outfit thoughtfully chosen for a special occasion; unapologetically self-indulgent and full of life. Working in clay has been a type of meditative therapy to me. My work is a reflection me, and that brings me joy.