I took up pottery about eighteen months ago and make hand-coiled pots from stoneware clay, using a method that goes back thousands of years. Everything is built by eye, without use of a wooden form.
Since the EU-Ref, I have decided to give what I make away. One wonky pot at a time, it’s my way of heartening those who feel loss at the referendum result. It is only when I am making a pot that it becomes clear who it is for.
I’m doing this for me too, as I struggle to come to terms with the annexation of my European identity.
So, I make pots with heft; pots that will make an almighty smash if anyone feels the need to throw one. Functional pots because, damn it, somehow we do have to function. And then other pots too, pots that just are: a bowl to keep swallows in (until I gave the swallows away); a pumpkin with a lid, because, why not?