15/04/2026
I think a lot about humour in art.
I was reading a post by where someone described her as “brave” for including humour, for allowing the whimsical in. That idea that humour needs defending, or that it risks undermining something more serious.
A large part of my own work leans into that space. The absurd, the playful, the slightly off. And I wonder… do people see that and take it less seriously? Or is humour just another way of telling the truth, one that slips in sideways?
The pieces I’m working on now are rooted in childhood memories. Some are tender, some unsettling, some strange, some funny. It feels important not to flatten them into one tone. Life wasn’t like that, so why should the work be?
This week has been quieter, more practical. Packing the kiln, and firing it.
