Makar is an old Scots word for a maker, a craftsperson. It's also what I press into the base of every piece: a small compass pointing west, my own surname, and where my family comes from. The name is the maker. The mark is where I come from.

Everything here is wheel-thrown and occasinally hand-built stoneware, fired to high temperature and glazed in surfaces I formulate myself. Glaze chemistry is where most of my energy goes, the balance of fluxes, the way different materials shape colour response and surface character, the pursuit of a soft, silky matte. The work is functional: things for your table, your morning, your hands. Made in small batches, so no two pieces are quite alike.

I'm largely self-taught and still learning. There are always more test tiles to fire and more things to get wrong. What I make is made with real care, and made to be used.

If you make things too, or you're working through your own practice, you'll find more here soon. Welcome, maker.