Somewhere between a breeze, a feeling, and a changing tide, a ceramic flower takes shape. Made by hand, fired by flame, each piece holds something that might have been lost—an impression, a moment, a mood. The clay cracks,
the glaze drips. It moves how it wants to. The flowers I make are let by nature, they are about time, touch, texture. About holding on to something fleeting and making it stay just a while longer.

I grew up in the Netherlands. Now I live and work in Penzance, Cornwall, where the coastline and wild weather shape what I do. It’s quiet here, but full of energy. That balance feeds my work. This site is a growing archive—part studio, part garden. Things change, new pieces arrive. Have a look around.