Like many artists in Brighton, I came
here to study and stayed.
In my last year at college I was stuck. Jewellery was
going great, but ceramics!
The pots I was throwing were emerging – unintentionally
- phallic (although I’m sure Freud would have
something to say about that) and I wanted to make the
most of the facilities before I left: so I decided to
make myself a ceramic cow – as you do. However,
as is the way with cows, one became two and two became
a herd. To my delight they were well received and an
ex-tutor whom I really respected told me to keep going
with them. So I did and subsequently became known as
the ‘cow-woman’ for many years.
With other ex-students I joined a co-operative workshop
when I left college. This opened up a whole network
of people, support, inspiration and opportunities for
me.
I remember hearing about Open Houses because everyone
else in the workshop seemed to be doing one.
So why wasn’t I?
Well, I hadn’t been invited.
