Alex first discovered hand building at a young age in a friend's back shed in Whyalla, South Australia. Coming home from school looked like building shapes with malleable blobs and reunderstanding them through fire and glass. A time of pure presence, where hours were lost and anything else came too soon. Her most natural state was play based and without a conscious understanding of this at the time, it was the most she was connected to her own body.

Through the years Alex had a colossal misunderstanding of growing up. Of what it meant to be a person in the world. Incrementally and insidiously play as her primary language was lost. Deemed unnecessary and juvenile. Replaced with praise seeking in various forms. A seriousness bled into every crevice and the more acceptable she was the deeper the discontent and the farther she was thrown. A synthetic and plastic like place. Void of risk taking. A joyless corner with sharp edges and cold air.

Alex’s ceramic practice is fumbling traversion back to self. A rebellion against convention. A reconnection with a universal part of us that we unknowingly shed, unaware of its potent correlation with discontent.

Her shapes and forms celebrate our inner monster, our shadow selves we seldom allow oxygen. Her practice creates a nest of acceptance and love for all of our parts. The pieces holding a potent resonance of unapologetic personality and unconditional love. A beige revolt.