I'm a doomscroller, I can't help myself, but in this terrible time of trump, I've become a bottom feeder in a polluted sea of debris.
I don't believe at all that it's a permanent affliction but I will monitor it nonetheless and be careful.
The upside to this is that at times I stumble upon some really wonderful things, because we cannot forget that the world at large is still extraordinary. So I came across this artist whose pieces I find really great.
Somehow they gave me the impression they'd be larger than they actually are, not by much, but still, their portly demeanours portend to something big. Regardless, they are mostly around 24 X 17 cm, or so.
When I look around at ceramics these days I can often feel underwhelmed, so to see these really lifted my day.I am not a collector but if I were I would jump on a few of these pieces and put them around my small home and enjoy looking at them. Life can be that simple.
What I can glean online is that she lives in the north of Britain and she only paints now. I am not sure if these were partially thrown, or coiled. No matter, because it's her painted glazing which is so delicious. They speak to a world of old (but not antique) and to a life of the utilitarian. Some of her titles read, Black Ice Flagon for instance.
She is represented by a few galleries, one of which is called Bircham somewhere in Britain. If I can find it I'm anyone can.
Below are three of her paintings which I find intriguing. The top two feel a lot like her ceramic work; messy but determined. There is a detail I snapped that was kind of a shock. It's below. Is it the artist looking out of the horror of life today? The bottom one feels so British in that kind of innate affection for wild domestic gardens and the natural love for colour around one's home.
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