These photographs are the first in a series looking at women's work, our creativity and our home lives.
Where does the washing dishes and goodnight kisses of the artist end and the clay on the wheel begin? Where does the subject end and the photograph begin? In these blurred lines exist the life of the artist, the work we do, the photographs we take and the clay and the pixels.
We were lucky enough to explore this with Kelly. A woman who in one moment, dressed so beautifully, moving her body as if she herself were paint across a giant canvas and the next slicing easily through heavy clay with wire.
The photographs on the wheel came from an idea, a permission, to hold space for other women in our work. To sit patiently, knowingly, as they grow between our steady hands. We all need those steady hands to hold us and see our emerging beauty as only one who truly knows beauty can.