Reading between the lines, Wedgwood is a little bit ‘marmite.’ After a week of Wedgwood posts and sketches on instagram, I hope I’ve persuaded you there is more to the brand than saccharine sweet pastel hues. I’m fascinated by the craftsmanship, factory and DNA of a brand whose future has a times looked uncertain. But also very particular about which bits of Wedgwood I love.
Black Jasperware – super stylish. Barlaston Creamware & Queen's ware – easy on the eye. Love the man at Spitalfields market who sells them. We always chat about our love for ‘white on white.’
Then there’s the golden Ravilious years! He only worked on Wedgwood commissions for four years between 1936 – 1940. An official war artist, he died aged 36 (my age), lost during active service in 1942. Imagining what else he could have designed had he survived is a tragic thought. His Wedgwood designs are now highly collectable , especially his coronation mugs.
Even for its time, they were considered nostalgic for a Britain that had already changed beyond recognition. A Ravilious would make anyone homesick with longing for England. War time restrictions halted production of much of his designs until the 1950s. They must have seemed so comforting at a time when post war Britain was patching itself back together.