Hello.

My name is Andrew Hachey. I am a ceramic artist, writer, and hobby photographer originally from Toronto, Ontario, currently based in Durham, North Carolina. These three pursuits, along with helping my wife maintain our urban micro-farm, allow me to do what I have discovered provides the most joy in my day-to-day activities: using my hands to interpret—and shape—what I see.

With ceramics, my two aims above all else are experimentation. And reaction: to what the clay says and does, and to how the surface responds to what I expose it to. My forms are becoming increasingly organic, rough, and away from straight, smooth lines, but because I love throwing on the wheel, those will always be present in some way in my work. The pieces are largely decorative and non-functional, and make use of materials I find in my environments, both at home and while traveling. Chicken feathers from our flock, dried leaves in the yard dropped by fruit trees, red sand from the deserts of Nevada, gravel and small stones scooped from where my family lives in Nova Scotia. No two pieces will ever be the same because for me, unpredictability is key.

Photography is a hobby that I’ve picked up again after many years. I shoot mainly on two 35mm SLRs, but also make use of an old 127mm Brownie, a point-and-shoot, and occasionally my iPhone. I try to honor the places I photograph by capturing the composition that time and nature have placed in front of me. I think of this work as a kind of personal journal where I record things that demand, in that moment, my attention.

I appreciate you stopping by to look at some of my work, and feel free to get in touch with any questions!

Snow-covered landscape with a mountain in the background and a cloudy blue sky.

“If a man really is lost he may also wonder how he got “here” to begin with, hoping he may be able to find the right path or possibly the way out by retracing his steps. If he is unable to do this he will have to take stock of what “here” has to offer in the way of supporting human life and decide how he should go about remaining alive.”

Margaret Atwood, Survival