David Sexton

The exquisite pottery of Richard Batterham

One of the great pleasures of London right now is the Batterham show at the V&A

The presence of these pots, so enjoyable singly, is made all the more resonant by such grouping, the way they speak to each other. Credit: ©Victoria and Albert Museum, London. Photo: Jon Stokes 
issue 23 April 2022

Richard Batterham died last September at the age of 85. He had worked in his pottery in the village of Durweston near Blandford Forum in Dorset for 60 years continuously. It was, in its own way, an heroic life.

Batterham took an astonishingly pure, austere approach to his work. Quite simply, he undertook every part of the process of making himself. He made his own stoneware clay bodies, arguing that those who used bought-in clay missed out on the beginning of the whole process and were mistaken to think that they could just inject their artistry at a later stage.

He threw his pots on an archaic kick-wheel. He did not decorate them, save by working the clay itself by incision, flutings and chatterings, to shape the piece and catch and display the glaze. His exquisite ash and iron glazes in greens and greys he made himself too, arriving at them by a process of trial and error, always testing, adjusting, choosing.

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