Some pics and text from solo exhibition at Mr Kitly Gallery November last year...
A lamp, a rug, a pot, a plant, freedom, flowers, a champagne bottle on the balcony as an ashtray. It's all you need.
"I feel the need to express something, but I don't know what it is I want to express. Or how to express it." Joey
"I think it's exquisite." Eve
Ceramics absorbs human beauty. My hands crack and bleed, my nails
split, clay dust fills my hair and skin, I spend my days in a tracksuit
covered in glaze, slip, plaster, and dust. Throughout this process my
pots seem to be becoming more glamorous, more sophisticated - as though I
am some how imparting traits through my fingers and into their body.
They have taken up smoking, are wearing make-up, and lounging around
interiors all languorous, indulgent and decorative.
Named for the 1978 Woody Allen film of the same title, Interiors is a
celebration of female relationships and the living space that these
play out in.
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