I started making pottery in 1980 in Tokoroa purely by accident. Fortunately for me it has been one of the best accidents of my life.

Clay weaves it's way into your blood and if you're lucky it never let's you go, I don't know where I end and the clay begins.

Now I fire with an electric kiln to 1200o Celsius. Most of the glazes I use I make myself, I like glazes that flow and move which can be very frustrating when they flow right off the pottery and stick to the kiln shelf.

After forty five odd years the love still remains so was it an accident or meant to be?