A lovely man who had spent years of weekends fossicking dropped in to my workshop to have the gold he had found melted into bars. I grew attached to a few tiny nuggets and he kindly sold them to me.
For me the word cochlear conjures things of or relating to the ear and particularly the cochlear implant. At cross section our cochlea are wonderful multi-storied houses very much like the shell of the snail (cochleae) from whence it derived its name.
A month in Malta visiting my sister, swimming in clear blue spring ocean, gazing up at the white walls of Valletta from the harbour… Tomatoes, rocket and ricotta. Thanks Liz, Alex, Leuca, Lou, Frog, Alejandro and Kevin – you were great company.
Friends to keep us company in our daily travels.
I have taken much inspiration and many, many tools from John. It is thanks to him, and his children Ben and Sarah, that I have come to realise my love for playing with metal. We have plans to photograph as much of John’s work as we can get our hands on. So check back so…