There’s a quiet beauty in roughened simplicity, in not overthinking or over complicating, not striving for perfection.

I recently relocated from the wild isle of Tasmania, Australia, to the equally wild and beautiful south Cornish coastline. Two lives oceans apart, but so intrinsically connected by natures palette. In both worlds I have pockets full of shells, and salted sea on my skin.

My ceramics echo this roughened simplicity, this need for perfect imperfection. Undone forms, wobbly contours pressed with fingers, unpredictable speckles cast by fire. Functional ware with emotion. Part of a bigger story to tell. A coffee cup is more than a vessel, its form and texture kissed by morning light, casting sleepy shadows across a wooden table. A candlestick lights two lovers faces, deep in conversation.

My ceramics, like a shell, passed from one hand to the next, and in turn form a part of someone else’s story.

˜ Laraloo