The Colour Room [QUICK ⟶]

Her chance came in the form of Colley Shorter, the factory owner. Colley was a man with a sharp eye for talent and an even sharper boredom with the status quo. One afternoon, he found Clarice in a corner of the decorating shop, painting a discarded bowl with a pattern that looked like a lightning strike in a garden. "What do you call that?" Colley asked, looming over her.

In the grit-grey heart of the 1920s Staffordshire Potteries, the world was a study in soot. Smoke from the bottle kilns—those great brick mammoths—constantly choked the sky, staining every brick and every spirit a dull, repetitive charcoal. The Colour Room

Clarice didn't flinch. "I call it 'Bizarre,' sir. Because that’s what they’ll say when they see it. But they won’t be able to look away." Her chance came in the form of Colley