I first found myself on the Goldmark website some years ago in search of prints from David Hockney’s Grimms’ Fairy Tale series. I had little or no interest in ceramics at the time. My favourite mug was a gift from Thamesmead Prison where I’d done a workshop, printed with an aerial view of the prison and the legend “HMP Thamesmead – Wish You Were Here”. My favourite plate was a standard store-bought item with a white centre and a custard yellow border from which I ate toast and Alphabetti Spaghetti as a child in the 1960s and which has miraculously survived for nearly 60 years. Most ceramics, for me, fell into the uncomfortable void between utensils and art objects. Perhaps I was too much of a literalist but to buy a beautiful bowl, vase or platter intending only to look at it seemed a kind of pretence, dishonest almost.