Ruth Gibson | Artist Statement
From my garden studio in Shrewsbury, I create a range of porcelain bowls, wall hangings and sculptures. Combining my love of photography, printmaking and ceramics, I use bold screen-printed images in black and white, as well as soft and delicate blues and greens.
From chunky platters to small delicate shell-like bowls; as well as range of complimentary porcelain jewellery, including earrings, pendants, brooches and buttons.I seek to enhance the qualities of porcelain and to reflect nature in my work.
The whiteness of a perfectly round pebble found on a beach, the seemingly scratched patterns found in stones and the smoothness of sea worn shells inspire the design and surface quality.
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"Ruth is a Master. I am thrilled with my pot, platter and warrior woman which I crafted with Ruth’s expert and sincere guidance during a morning workshop, rounded off with a wonderful wholesome lunch, and a follow up glazing session; both in her warm-hearted home. But, when I reflect on my experience it is the ‘soft’ benefits that I value as much as the tangibles. Nurturing, nourishing, calming and creative: a mindful moment to savour. Thank you so much Ruth for your generosity. "
Gail
Clay
Take it in your hands –
this – which is just
dust and water –
a wedge, a lump
weighing heavy in the palm.
Simple gravity
made of the smallest bits of stone
and a milled mulch of long dead leaves –
beings mixed and blended
by the water’s flow
and the slow grind of seasons.
Push in your thumb, and press as if you held the hand
of a small child
or an old man –
a thing about to change.
There it will coil or flatten at your will, score, smooth or spin into symmetry.
The finger touch of slip
across a cracking edge
will leave your mark
in swirls and whorls –
and it will mark you in return - puckering you
with its dusty skin.
Add carbon’s heat –
a fix of fire –
and it will endure
from the ingenious past to the curious future.
It is a vessel we fill – a blank wet slate
on which we scratch our human state.
Kate Innes
this – which is just
dust and water –
a wedge, a lump
weighing heavy in the palm.
Simple gravity
made of the smallest bits of stone
and a milled mulch of long dead leaves –
beings mixed and blended
by the water’s flow
and the slow grind of seasons.
Push in your thumb, and press as if you held the hand
of a small child
or an old man –
a thing about to change.
There it will coil or flatten at your will, score, smooth or spin into symmetry.
The finger touch of slip
across a cracking edge
will leave your mark
in swirls and whorls –
and it will mark you in return - puckering you
with its dusty skin.
Add carbon’s heat –
a fix of fire –
and it will endure
from the ingenious past to the curious future.
It is a vessel we fill – a blank wet slate
on which we scratch our human state.
Kate Innes
25 Oakley Street
Belle Vue
Shrewsbury
Shropshire
SY3 7JX