About

I’ve spent over a decade working as a professional photographer, chasing light, landscapes, and stories across the world. Creating has always been at the centre of my life, but somewhere along the way I found clay, and it hit different. Pottery has this rare mix of craft, science, and alchemy. You begin with earth in its simplest form, and with time, fire, patience, and a fair bit of mess, it transforms into something you can hold, use, and treasure. There’s something grounding and humbling in that process that keeps me coming back to the wheel every day.

My pots are made to be lived with. I work mainly in stoneware because I love how solid and honest it feels in your hands. I focus on mugs, cups, and coffee pieces, the objects that weave themselves into everyday rituals. I don’t want my work to sit untouched on a shelf. I want it to be used, filled, stained, chipped, broken, and replaced. That’s life, and I think pottery should be part of it.

A lot of my inspiration comes from right outside my door. I live in Llangollen, in the Dee Valley, and the textures, colours, and shapes of the landscape feed into everything I do. The outdoors has always shaped my photography, whether through mountain biking, running, or long days in the hills, and now it quietly guides the feel of my pots too.

This pottery journey also carries a more personal thread. It began as a dream that my late wife and I shared, something we wanted to build together. It’s a small reminder of her presence and a way of honouring the life and dreams we started together.

What matters most to me is connection. A favourite mug that becomes part of someone’s morning routine. A gift that moves from one pair of hands to another. A student in my studio, learning how to throw their first pot and feeling that same spark of creation that hooked me. These are the moments that give meaning to the work.

I want my pottery to feel friendly, approachable, and rooted in the valley where it’s made. It’s local craft, built to last, shaped to be used, and hopefully carrying with it a little bit of the outdoors, the mess, and the joy of making.

And yes, most days I’m still covered head to toe in clay.