Jane Wheeler, ceramicist and painter!

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'll monitor it nonetheless, and try to 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 despite all the stinkery going on in places it really shouldn't. But thankfully I came across this wonderful 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 a mere, 24 X 17 cm. 

When I look around at ceramics these days I can often feel underwhelmed, so to see these pieces really lifted my day. I am not a collector but if I were, I'd jump on a few of these fat jugs and jars in a flash. I'd put them around my small home and just enjoy looking at them with a glass of sherry in my hand. Life can be that simple, always.

What I can glean online is that she lives in the north of Britain and she mostly paints now. I am not sure if these pieces 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 and I don't know about you, but it makes me think of Charles Dickens.

She is represented by a few galleries, one of which is called Bircham somewhere in Britain. Prices are reasonable at around 250 pounds sterling. If I can find it easily, I'm sure 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. I snapped a detail of the second one (somewhat Bloody red) that was kind of a shock. It's below. Is it the artist looking out of the horror of life today from a kind Islamic burkha??

The one at the bottom feels so naturally British to me. It embodies an affection for rich colour harmonies sometimes found in very bohemian homes in London, and perhaps just outside the kitchen is a tame garden got wild.