How to make a Pot Rock pot

Dig clay out of the bank at Driving Creek.

Add brickells.

Put clay through pug mill to make it super fine.

Bag it up and transport it to Whangarei.

Get Paul Maseyk to throw the pot.

And Horst to add weird, little tiny bits to it.

Have slingshot breaks and shop at Pak ‘n Save.

Sleep in a boat shed.

Put the pot lovingly on a pedestal and leave for 3 months.

Pick it up after 3 months. Drive it to the Coromandel when there’s a civil defence weather warning in place. Make sure the top breaks off in transit.

At high tide, carry it down a steep bank along the Coromandel Coast Road and out into the sea. Make sure to hold it above the water (it’s still raw) until you drop it in at the last moment before placing it onto the rock (now forever known as Pot Rock).

Best to do this with some kind of suitable rubber footwear (sharp rocks & oysters) and good friends.

Leave pot on rock in a storm for a week.

Then pick it up and take it to Driving Creek where you decorate it during a cyclone using multiple unorthodox methods as well as tools.

Have kebabs.

Ask Riccardo to fire it.

Come back.

And see.

An unpredictable result. This is Brickell Brac. Some of the brickells are out of control.

Leave it in the grass for a while, maybe a month or two.

But don’t stop there.

Take it back to Pot Rock in March, almost 6 months after its conception back in Whangarei. Break it a bit more, but accidentally.

Is it a hat?

No, it’s a bag. For Karl.

Karl loves the bag.

Go back to Pot Rock and check on the pot. Find that someone has broken it but the pieces are still there on the rock. Feel rich with possibilities and wonder.

Hide some of the pieces and take one home as a reminder of what art can be.

Realise, it’s never over.