My route to making has been rather circuitous. As a teenager I painted obsessively, and I got as far as doing a Foundation course. Then I came out. That was in 1989, at the end of a grim decade for gay people in the UK, and I was angry. I suppose I could have painted angry pictures or - more likely at that time - made angry installations. But somehow that seemed less useful than pursuing direct action on the streets and raising money for people with HIV. Doing those things took me a long way from painting, and drew me into a career working with issues rather than things. For a while I ran a charity for homeless people and prisoners, then I set up as a consultant helping charities to become more effective.
For much of that time, the urge to make things was suppressed, but it gradually started to reassert itself through collecting. I began to fill my living and working spaces with glass, and then with ceramics. When the house was pretty much full, I realised it was time to stop resisting. I went back to class to learn how to make ceramics for myself. I very quickly knew that I wanted to be making again full-time, and at the end of 2017 I closed my consulting practice and set aside two years to develop work that I would be happy to share.
I will be unveiling the results at a private view in the Autumn - please do join my mailing list to receive an invitation.