Symphonies of silica, molten, merging with copper carbonate to form a feast of green glory. Dressed in the sour lemon of vanadium with a bowtie of raspberry cobalt blue all topped in copper maraschino. Gravity performs as the commander, dictating flow and gush. Hot glass harkens but betrays its master upon cooling: an allure forever unfulfilled. The primal feelings that originate in my stomach act as my rudder, navigating me and my work towards the provocative, the strange, and the alien. I utilize utility as a vehicle to transport my work into personal spaces and places, employing familiarity as a tool to smuggle the strange past the borders of the gallery and into reality. Through my research I have found that there is no hard line between clay and glaze, pottery and sculpture, and surface and form. I am currently exploring the spectrum between these subjects and along the way am making work that floats between these concrete and defining characteristics. I am jolted by the possibility of a pot that is a sculpture, clay that is glaze, and surface that is form.
— Nicholas Weddell