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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.

The first trade show was a gamble that nearly broke the factory. The traditionalists laughed. They called the work "garish" and "clumsy." But then, a young woman from London stopped in her tracks. She picked up a conical sifter painted with bright red circles and black lines. "It looks like music," the woman whispered. The Colour Room

Clarice was a "lithographer" at the A.J. Wilkinson factory, a job that required precision but offered no room for soul. While the other girls gossiped over tea about suitors and silk stockings, Clarice spent her lunch breaks staring at "seconds"—the broken, rejected pots piled in the yard like white bones. To the masters of the factory, they were trash. To Clarice, they were blank canvases waiting for a revolution. Her chance came in the form of Colley