In a world becoming increasingly homogenised through mobility and speed of information, this series of work celebrates a piece of unprepossessing land at Ashton Meadows on the banks of the River Avon. The site is an edgeland; neither city, nor countryside. Spanning the Avon is a dual carriageway. Its foundations, wading in the river below, have created a bank of clay accessible to the eager ceramicist.  

Heat reveals the hidden characteristics of this banal material, producing glaze colours including treacle, ox blood and - occasionally - spontaneous flecks of gold. Discarded objects from passers-by or organic material from trees have been cast and reassembled to produce ceramic forms derived entirely from the physical identity of Ashton Meadows.