Clay is all around us. It is the mud of history. Beneath our feet, under the roads and pavements, we walk on clay. Our houses and roofs are made from clay. Our drinking vessels and the plates we eat off are made of clay. It is in our gardens and in the fields that grow our food and, of course, we are all living on the surface of one vast kiln that is slowly turning through space.
It is also found in my work.