My Mum is as enthusiastic about ceramics as I am, and most of our conversations now circle back to clay. Throughout lock-down, we both pinched pots at our respective kitchen tables –– hers in a small London flat, mine in a Toronto Victorian –– while nattering about vaccines, Brexit, botox and how best to poach an egg. For both of us, clay provided an escape, respite and release. For Christmas 2021 my Mum sent me a small ceramic sculpture she had made at her kitchen table. I hadn’t seen her in such a long time and I was so grateful to hold something in my hands that she had made with hers. These delicate works by French ceramicist, Jeanne-Sarah Bellaiche reminded me of the piece my Mum sent to me. They’re beautiful, aren’t they?