This teapot combine named – Joseph’s coat, is my way of expressing regeneration and hope.

I discovered one of Solomon’s proverbs, ‘the heart of the wise is in the house of mourning’ and that was where I found the owl, sorrowful in Micah’s vision. Seeing suffering and misery all around, she had changed from an innocent girl into a wise feathered owl, seeing only by night.

I thought of all the land of Egypt that was given into Joseph’s hand and how God led his people from there into the promised land. To me Joseph’s coat resembles all of that land where God dwells with his people to deliver them safe and free. I imagined that land knitted together like the colourful las-lappies of a quilt. In the Hexriver valley where vineyards look like las-lappies in autumn, I sketched my owl and waited for her feathers to drop until she was again a smooth skin child.