It is sad to see a pot that has gone through hard times; and even sadder if it has suffered under your own hands. This anthropomorphic teapot has been with us for over twenty years and during that time it has been broken three times, losing its handle, the tip of the spout and the knob on the lid. Each time we’ve picked it up, brushed it down and put it back on the shelf. It is a little like one of those pets you see, still loved and cared for by its owners in spite of tattered ears or missing limbs.
Our gallery is in complete dissarray at the moment, as we set up next season’s exhibition. Everything that was on display must find a home in the workroom or the house, or be boxed up and relegated back to the container. As part of the process I resolved to discard anything that was too damaged to sell. but somehow I couldn’t write off this teapot.
After all the rough treatment, you’d think we could at least remember where and when we bought it and who made it, but no. The incised mark is difficult to decipher but perhaps reads ‘PLS’.