Making things is said to be essential to the human condition. It certainly is for me. The metamorphosis of earth, fire and water by alchemy into objects of beauty is ancient, primitive and expressive of the fragility of existence. It’s also fun to play with mud.
It’s of little interest to me whether my pots are seen as functional or non-functional, art or craft. I don’t intellectualise them or contextualise them (pace Bob Dylan). They may hold water or flowers, they may be decorative, they may be precious, they may be sculptural. You may use them to drink tea or poison.
They are simple objects, intended for contemplation.