My mother was a little old lady and her home was full of little old lady stuff. Ceramic thimbles, ceramic plates, ceramic commemorative spoons, a celebration of royal weddings, babies, the battle of Britain (carefully edited to disinclude the polish contribution, maybe too many r’s and z’s to fit on a thimble). Her sketchy selective ceramic history of this sceptered isle always pissed me off, but that’s because I’m a pedant who really likes history.
Locked down and being forced to witness some of the witless reactions to the pandemic last year, I couldn’t help but wonder about how this was going to be chunked up in advertisements for whatever the daily express will look like in 40 odd years, selling memorabilia of this strange, strange period. I made these analogue from photo-booth portraits of friends printed on to charity shop ceramics that had been made by long defunct factories.