Majolica Pottery in Spain & Spring in Somerset: A Potter’s Month
March has been a full and varied month, with time away, the first real signs of spring here in Somerset, and plenty going on in the workshop.
There has also been a quiet shift behind the scenes and the new website is now up and running.
The old one served well for many years but had become rather unwieldy. This new version is simpler, clearer and, I hope, easier to use, while still holding the spirit of the work.
It is always slightly daunting making these changes, but it felt the right moment. I very much hope you enjoy using it.
Just a quick note before I begin: James & Jessie’s wedding list is now live on the website. If you are planning to choose a piece, do please email me in good time ahead of their June celebration.
Discovering Spanish Majolica: Granada, Jerez & Seville
The month began with a journey to southern Spain, celebrating Lydia’s 30th and, for me, a return to the rich world of Spanish majolica pottery.
Granada, Jerez and Seville are steeped in this tradition. My love of majolica was first awakened in 1982 and it has stayed with me ever since. While there is less throwing across much of Europe now, the brushwork remains wonderfully assured, even if the colours can feel rather bright and industrial.
Here in Somerset, I continue to mix my own glazes using natural materials such as cobalt, copper and ilmenite, sometimes softened with carefully chosen modern oxides. The result feels gentler, more suited to our softer British light.
Spanish majolica remains a proud and enduring craft. The Granada ware, with its pomegranate motifs and birds, is particularly beautiful and endlessly inspiring.
From Spanish Sun to Somerset Spring
Returning home, the contrast could not have been more striking. Spain’s warmth gave way to a glorious burst of Somerset spring.
The blackthorn blossom has been exceptional this year, along with magnolias, prunus and japonica. Hedgerows are greening rapidly, almost overtaking the primroses and violets beneath them. The sandy soil has dried out quickly, a reminder of how swiftly the seasons turn.
It is a fleeting, abundant time. One wants to hold onto it just a little longer.
Hand-Painted Tiles: From Sketch to Kiln
Back in the workshop, I have been immersed in hand-painted ceramic tiles, a process I always find deeply satisfying.
The designs are painted before firing, when the colours appear softer and more muted. Only in the kiln do they mature and brighten into their final glassy finish.
For larger commissions, especially those fitted into kitchens, careful planning is essential. Temporary dye guidelines burn away at around 1000°C, but they are invaluable in ensuring that patterns flow neatly around switches and sockets.
Working from measurements sent from afar, Scotland this time, always carries a certain tension. There is a moment of calculation, trust and then commitment as the tiles are placed in the kiln.
Life in the Pottery: Jugs, Plates and a Watchful Dog
While I painted, Rory was busy at the wheel, throwing jugs and breakfast plates, keeping the rhythm of the workshop going.
The sun streamed through the doorway, and Arthur kept watch, greeting passers-by with enthusiasm. He nearly persuaded a group of walkers to come in, though the promise of the local pub proved stronger.
Now the jugs have reached the leather-hard stage, I am turning their bases and attaching handles. It is careful, steady work. Tomorrow, I shall throw cream jugs and vases, building up stock for the busy months ahead.
Looking Ahead
For now, I hope the warmth returns after these equinoctial gales. The workshop is busy, the hedgerows are alive, and there is much to look forward to in the months ahead.
Warm wishes from Fitzhead,
