The plates are from the stack, all are inscribed with lines from Dylan Thomas’s In my sullen craft or art. The stack is both a single art-object, to be admired, and a lot of plates that you have to handle to read the poem. And dish-washable. I like this contradiction, this blurring of categories, although it makes the plates very hard to price. There’s capitalism for you.
I had the most interesting conversations at the show: I was filled with hope and glee – fantastic.