Mo Lindley

My previous pottery at Queens Terrace was a damp shed an arms length across, the kiln, a bit of a drama queen, freezing my gas bottles with its enormous appetite. Four years to qualify then homeless, a cave, a bender-tent and then extraordinarily, a teepee, fire…has always been at the heart of things but making pottery just seamed to slip through my fingers. So here we are settled in Mytholmroyd and it’s that time again, to create the beast that breaths fire and to unleash my pyromanic-self.