Wednesday, 16 November 2016


Gorgeous exhibition at the Jewish Museum of work by ceramicists, including by Ruth Duckworth, whom I remember from my very early childhood. She and her husband Aidron lived just up the road from us in Kew. They had a converted chapel or perhaps warehouse; very clay-ey.  I liked her, but I can't remember why. My sister Sian says it is because she was very generous with juice and biscuits.

Pottery is rather undervalued (Ruth called herself a sculptor).  I think it fills an interesting space between abstraction and the figurative. Everything on display is also unarguably beautiful, though little of it could be called merely decorative (perhaps Rie's buttons?)

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