What is it to be human? I cannot answer this question, it would be disappointing even devastating if I could. The layers, the extremes, the complexities, quite intoxicating, and certainly boundless. I can't recall a time when the unspoken, the introspective, wasn't interesting to me, when I didn't feel tuned into the gesturing and emotions of others. The perpetual mystery that cannot be solved, the sides of us that we hope to remain hidden, that we fail to understand. The arbitor of clay is relatively new though, its enduring malleability and the certainty of the ceramic it will become, yielding and fixing in equal measure. An extension of the queston explored and expressed, determining figure, and face, gesture and mood. This activity has increasingly made me feel connected, to what I don't know and don't understand but no matter because I belong. The familiar aspects of a body, or placement, the shape of a face, or at least its expected feature, familiar enough, but sometimes tantalisingly vague, sometimes distorted, and yet one relates. Based in Staffordshire, 'The Potteries', a region famous for its ceramics industry I graduated in studio ceramics nearly thirty years ago, returning to clay in January 2019. In that time what has emerged is a body of intelligible work that never strays far from the figurative, some more abstracted than others but at their core human, in form, gesture and expression. A brooding and powerful species, feeling worthy of closer inspection, introspection. What is it to relate? What is it to represent?