The house, garden and the room where I originate my work is an ornate upper room in an outbuilding to an old manor house. Not at all clear what it was originally intended for, it has been used as a studio since about 1930. A splendid vaulted roof, like an up-turned boat is all romance to the eye. The garden around is a place to compose ones body and thoughts before opening the door to the studio. This is an atelier in the
Studio and surrounds
true sense of the word, in the sense of a workshop, a place of labour that exists only to facilitate the work that is carried out there. If I take you in there you will see all the things, and I will see only the empty space and the empty turntable, and I can not describe to you the profound, magnetic, elemental tug of a quiet and lidded clay bin and the longing for a spell of warfare with my tools.