Like a blind spot, I have overlooked one of my favorite artists, Grayson Perry (or more affectionately, Clare). His is a world of wild artistic syntax and blindingly good art. In London he transforms the craft of ceramics, sculpture and tapestry into otherworldly dialogues with himself and the modern consumer world.
He’s so good, I just want to keep him for myself…oh well, here you are, one of Britain’s national treasures. I’ve included an intimate moment in the kiln studio rather than the glam potter we’ve all come to love. Sorry, he doesn’t do websites.






Advertisements