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Please take a look at my sold work below. Although I don’t take commissions on, I’d happily discuss any work in particular you might like the look of.
Contact: ionalhgreen@hotmail.com
Autumn Pot
This pot captures a glimpse of autumn, adorned with oak leaves and acorns grow from its form. The handmade glazes—ash, tin, red iron oxide, and honey-gold—blend to create rich textures, with flashes of green and pink emerging from the fire.
Built using the coil method, I have also left unglazed inside, this piece is purely sculptural.
Croatian Lady
Inspired by the rocky shores of Dubrovnik, this sculpture captures a quiet moment of contemplation by the sea.
Alison Sculpture (Commisson)
For a lady who loves her chickens.
Left here to rest
Ceramic figure resting on a slate tile, lichen surrounds them.
Woolly Jumper
This sculpture is based on one of my family’s friendly Ryeland sheep called Woolly Jumper. You’ll often find her roaming the garden, bleating for food, or beelining towards you for a good scratch. The extra groggy clay enhances its tactility—just like Woolly Jumper herself, this piece invites touch and connection.
Small Torso
Inspired by life drawing classes.
Wild Wealden Clay Figures
These two figures are sculpted from wild Wealden clay. They are a playful, characterful example of the blurring the boundary between functional object and figurative sculpture.
Push and Pull
Inspired by our family donkeys, a push and pull from either side. Stubborn as a donkey.
Hillside Pony Tile
Bathing Water Sculpture
Big Moon
The moon has long been a source of myth and mystery, woven into folklore across cultures, its shifting face inspiring countless tales. In books I’ve read, the moon often takes on a mischievous, moody personality—an ever-changing observer of the night.
Large Torso
Inspired by life drawing studies, this sculpture distills the human form to a torso. The absence of facial features symbolises imperfection and vulnerability, inviting reflection on identity, fragility, and what remains when details are stripped away.
Crabbing Children
On the Shoreline