Ali Hewson

There is a calm intelligence to Ali Hewson’s work. The forms are familiar — shaped by the long history of English tableware, from 17th-century slipware to London Delftware — but the hand is unmistakable. Edges are softened; curves are slow; surfaces are matte and mineral. They feel grounded, modern, and entirely her own. But look a moment longer and something else emerges: a quiet originality, a sense of humor, an intensity inside the simplicity.

These are pieces that make space — for the flowers, for the food, for the room itself. The platters frame rather than perform. The vases hold shape without shouting. And then there are the surprises: a vessel with fluted, multi-mouthed openings that can hold both stems and a candle — a small, poetic gesture that shifts the object from useful to almost story-like.

This is where Ali’s work lives: in the tension between the pared back and the expressive. Sculptural but not precious. Useful but never plain. A few shapes, a few tones — endlessly alive in context.