Christmas, which I spent in Yorkshire, wasn’t a white one for me.
But Jack Frost has just made up for it by covering the whole landscape in a glittery blanket.
On a chilly walk just now I came across this geometrical pattern (see image above) on the fence post of a grand old stone house. It made me happy somehow. It also got me thinking about my own design language.
I am often tempted to play around with strict, square lines in the studio, like those on the fence. I like precision and clean contours.
And yet, once I sit down and sketch or start the actual making by the bench I always seem to revert back to more organic and fluid shapes.
So I try not to fight it. Stick to what you know, isn’t that what they say? It must be something in my genes.