Paloma Proudfoot's ceramics are disgusting, they're visceral. They're crusty and pitted like scabs and boils, they lie still and cold like corpses scavenged from shallow graves. When I spoke to her about her new show at COB Gallery she talked of the
violence of ceramics, the fact you subject these malleable forms first to punches, to knives and needles, and then to a double cremation. There's even a sense of cannibalism in the wonderful title, The Detachable Head Serves as a Cup.
The recent demand from craft fairs, cafes, and co-working spaces for 'minimal' and 'geometric' ceramics perpetuates the idea that they are necessarily sensible, functional objects. Proudfoot’s work represents a revival of the idea that ceramics are strange — receptacles of accumulated rituals and memories, not just cacti and cortados.
Paloma Proudfoot: The Detachable Head Serves As A Cup, is up on Tank Magazine.