Bandon Commission

I don’t normally share my diappointments but this one meant a lot to me. Passing the old pottery week in week out on my way to visit my potter mother creatrix of the Bandon Pottery and seeing only a black door with ODM on it and a shabby window of no 83 equally grim, passing the gap with the housing development that took up the space of two generous gardens on the banks of the river and knowing what was once there and hidden from view – available only to those with memories from the last millenium. Yet it did exist, exists stilll on tables and dressers and vintage shops, its material presence sticky in some places.