I haven’t done much in the way of print making since I was at uni on my foundation course but I do vaguely remember the smell of the melted ground and the acid bath. I remember liking the whole process of it but for the life of me couldn’t have told you what that process was – until tuesday there. You might remember a few months back Lisa Hooper came and decorated a jar of mine with some sgraffito curlews, it was beautifully done. Lisa is a print maker and I was saying how much I would like to do some more and she invited me over to her studio for a day. So eventually this week I went, she’s over in the Machars to the west of the region, on the coast in the pretty seaside village of Port William. That’s my finished plate above.
I was telling someone about it today and they asked what I’d drawn on the plate – yes Steven it’s you I’m talking about, he said he hadn’t realised that I really really liked pots until I told him what I had drawn. He knew I liked pots but not that I really really liked pots. Bless him. Welcome to the potters’ world.