Ceri Elliston – Jug

It seems possible that the act of looking at fired clay, due to its everyday use and familiarity, contains a kind of ghost of functionality, a physical trace stored as a tactile memory of softness, warmth, weight and other physical memories that there might not be words for. The act of looking is enlivened, electrified by this deep touch-memory. Working with an improvisational inclination, akin to drawing, my interest in the vernacular; a mend in a fence, the stub of a pruned hedge combine with this visual/tactile language. The resulting objects sit at the intersection between sculpture and pottery, but belong with neither.