A porcelainic study exploring the spectrum of tones that fill the ambience spanning light and memory.
With our memories filled with the beauty of Japan’s sakura trees in full bloom, we have put together a small photo essay to share some of the blossoms that enveloped us as we embarked this Spring on our own local flower viewing expeditions.
With winter well and truely settled in and our wood ash supply for glazes running very low, we decided to split from our cosy studio and head north to Indian Head campground in Crowdy Bay National Park.
In all honesty, we had done zero research regarding Vesterålen with the sole reason for our drive up there being to add puffins to our birding list and escape the tumultuous weather that had plagued us continuously in Lofoten.
Our time exploring Norway’s beautiful north was coming to an end and as much as we wished the bad weather would too, it did not seem like it had any intention of leaving before we did.
Life lessons by the transient nature of light.
This is a photo essay from the first part of our Nordland journey, the part where we knew little more than rain, rorbuer and wet hiking boots.
MM has officially entered the Space Race!
A few weeks ago we began working on our Lumi collection. We wanted to strip back our creative process and begin from a clean slate, to embark on an exploration of light and the spaces between. It’s a concept we’ve been talking about together and looking forward to for a long time now and we thought it best to share its creation via a series of 10 microfilms as a sort of moving log-book.
Welcome to Lumi.
A little while ago we took a much needed road trip away from the studio and found ourselves camping beneath the shade cast by the tall forests of Blue Gums in a small clearing in Barrington Tops. The impending cold weather had kept the grounds void of campers, its emptiness accentuated by a chorus of strange shrieks that echoed out from the tree line as dusk fell.
A few weeks ago we took a much needed road trip away from the studio and found ourselves camping beneath the shade cast by the tall forests of Blue Gums in a small clearing in Barrington Tops.
One ingredient our fridge is never without is a jar of fresh miso paste. I like to think of it as the 'Asian Cup-of-Soup' as you simply scoop out a tablespoon, add hot water and stir for an instant savoury bowl of nourishment. When we are famished though and reluctant to venture out into Sydney's winter for a store foraged dinner we make our Emergency Miso Soup. This recipe is more of an easy assemblage of ingredients we can usually find in our kitchen - all cooked simply and arranged in and around a bowl of steaming hot miso broth.
We were standing in the middle of a long metal bridge, suspended high above a sharp tree-covered valley with crystal clear waters gushing below. We could hear a roar start to descend from the mountain tops, gathering in gusts until it reached us. The bridge began to shake and it felt like the island was showing us that it still was the master of this domain - the metal structure beneath our feet feeling very temporary, as did we.
An early Japan adventure found us driving back and forth upon the craterous skyline of Aso in search of a place Studio Ghibli fans had dubbed 'The Road to Laputa.' Guided by a ménage of offline Google Maps, a Japanese Navman and a paper map we set off to discover this mythical scenery for ourselves which was said to appear straight from the Hayao Miyazaki animated film 'Castle in the Sky.'
Enjoying this campfire classic stuffed with the spicy cheesiness of our poor man's jalapeño poppers will warm you from the inside out whilst you return to the serious business of poking campfire embers as the night closes around you.
*After nearly 6 months of trial and error in the development of our glazes for our Campfire Collection, we decided to make a small film imagining how nice it would be if creating ceramics were as simple as cutting a freshly thrown pot off the wheel and dropping it into a small campfire. We wish it were this simple.
A few weekends ago, experiencing a small bout of post-travel depression after our sakura laden Japanese sojourn, we packed our bags and drove up the winding roads of the Blue Mountains bound for Mount Wilson to camp amidst its stunning Autumn fall.