The Po(e)ttery Shed
More than clay, feelings.
I throw in my garden shed.
It’s just me, the clay, the sounds of nature — and sometimes, music.
The Po(e)ttery Shed was born there: from the wish to make everyday, ordinary objects a little less ordinary, and from the idea of making poetry tangible.
We reach for cups and mugs every day.
We cradle them in our hands, bring them to our lips, wrap our fingers around them.
If a poem could live anywhere, it should live there — in that small, but never anodyne, human gesture of comfort.
Each Po(e)ttery piece carries a few words — fragments of a hidden text.
The full poem reveals itself only to the one who holds the object.
They are invitations:
to pause,
to feel,
to remember,
to savour.
More than a cup or a poem — or a mystery — each Po(e)ttery piece is a memento: a keepsake of warmth and wonder.