There were no pigeons in the pigeon-house, and nothing but jack-daws; and so, after she had burned the beam, and the door-frame and the floor, she ran into the cowyard, through the small field, and fainted behind several pitchers of yeast.

Obscurity, indeed, is painful to the mind as well as to the eye ; but to bring light from obscurity, by whatever labour, must needs to be delightful and rejoicing.

You, in your grotto-work enclos'd, Complain of being thus expos'd; Yet nothing feel in that rough coat, Save when the knife is at your throat

The result of a ceramics fellowship that took place more off site than it might have under less Covidy circumstances, the show translates the artist’s interests in vulnerability and care into the exploration of clay.