Well, a big 'ta' to Trev for letting the Reporting Team rampage around the Leach Pottery to make this feature. So, I think it's only fair that we sign off with the man himself ...
Trevor Corser was born in the past and currently lives in the present. He was originally from deepest, darkest Oldham in the frozen North and originally came to St. Ives as a fisherman. This proved to be a sensible move as Oldham is nowhere near the sea and you wouldn't want to keep anything that you caught in the Manchester Ship Canal!
Trev first started in the Leach as a kiln stacker in the 60's and learned his trade under the glare of the maestro himself. When Bernard Leach popped his clogs in 1979, Mother Leach decided to abandon the production of standard domestic ware and booted out most of the students who kept the assembly lines rolling. She kept Trev on, though, and from then on they concentrated on producing 'one-off' studio pieces for the international collectors' market.
Trev spends most days at the pottery turning out whatever he damn well pleases and his work is internationally sought after. (And he gave me one of his pieces, so 'yah, boo, sucks to you!'). When the Tate opened in St. Ives in 1993 Trevor was the first potter to have his work on show in the gallery.
You can purchase Trevor's work in the Leach pottery showroom, you can also get some of it from an outfit called Walker Galleries at:-
13 Montpellier Parade, Harrogate, North Yorkshire, HG1 2TJ
Phone: 01423 526366 Phax: 01423 525975
When off duty Trevor likes to relax by chilling out to his collection of blues and jazz records, which is currently merely the size of a minor Central American country. He divides his free time between going to odd parts of the world where Janet's (that's THE Janet Penfold, not THE Janet Leach) sprogs have secreted themselves, trying to go where no (English) man has gone before in the Greek islands, winning prizes in the Sloop Meat Draw and failing to understand how 90% of his computer works*.
* Other than the stuff Mike Slocombe puts on, which nobody understands any of. Mike, please give us a chance, we're St. Ives country bumpkins not NASA rocket scientists!
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