Forgotten Pools

I was thinking about the moment in a story that describes where the woods are thick and quiet, where the air is still yet the steady life of the forest still goes on around it. A place where magic might happen.

 

I imagined pools lost for generations, in places children were warned not to venture.

 

But in our life, it’s unimaginable for there to be a lost spot - we have Ordnance Survey maps, Google Earth, Satellite Navigation. I choose to not believe this as all-knowing technology, I choose to believe these places still exist, waiting, slowly growing, building their powers and charms.

 In these pots I tried to capture a magical blue, implying depth and mystery, then in various ways carved the life and movement of the forest around it. One day on a walk I will find one of these places; I only hope I have a cup with me to drink from the pool.

Bev Seth teapot in  branches 1_edited_ed
Bev Seth curly tail teapot
Bev Seth curly tail teapot
Bev Seth, teapot and cups on stand of lo
Bev Seth, teapot and cups on stand of lo
Bev Autumn 2018-144
Bev Autumn 2018-144
Bev Autumn 2018-131
Bev Autumn 2018-131