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 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 Colour Room
They became the "Bizarre Girls." Under Clarice’s direction, the "Colour Room" became a laboratory of rebellion. They threw out the delicate brushes and used bold, thick strokes. They ignored the drab pastels of the Victorian era and embraced the screaming neons of the Jazz Age. Clarice was a "lithographer" at the A
But inside the mind of Clarice Cliff, it was raining orange, royal blue, and emerald green. To the masters of the factory, they were trash