20/07/2025
I recently went back to where it all began for me.
Returning to London after seven years really helped put into perspective all the decisions that led me to where I am today. Where is that exactly? I’m not entirely sure—but it’s made up of the connections, friendships, experiences, inspiration, conversations, and knowledge that have grown from those choices.
Why am I writing all this? Mostly to remind myself to be grateful for the path so far—and to share that gratitude with anyone reading. I often forget to savour the moments that shape the ones to come.
I’ve included a series of photos that reflect the experiences I had in London that helped bring this all into focus. Some are rooted in the very beginning; others are more recent connections that carry just as much meaning.
1–3. in Peckham, where I did my work exchange in 2019. This was where I first learned what it really takes to run a pottery studio: packing and unpacking kilns, recycling clay, mixing glazes, mopping floors, fixing tools—and all the behind-the-scenes work that surrounds the actual making.
4. David, who showed me all of the above, I’m massively grateful to. It was such a joy to see you again after all these years and feel like I’d never left. Until next time.
5 Violetta (not pictured, though her beautiful apartment is) recently visited my studio all the way from Turning Earth in the UK. It’s always special connecting with someone new over a shared passion. While in London, I visited her—she showed me around Turning Earth and also took me through Highgate and Queen’s Wood, home to ancient Roman kiln sites. Turning Earth have created replicas of these kilns and fire local clay in them.
6-8. Highgate. A bright, welcoming, spacious, and deeply inspiring place.
9. The V&A Ceramics Collection. I spent hours here—most of it floating through the ceramic in a dreamlike state in the sections on 20th-century studio pottery and contemporary ceramics. These are works I’d only read about or seen online until now—being able to stand in front of them was worth every second.
