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 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." The Colour Room

But inside the mind of Clarice Cliff, it was raining orange, royal blue, and emerald green. They became the "Bizarre Girls

"The world is loud, Mr. Higgins," Clarice replied, not looking up from a scrap of paper where she was sketching a jagged, sunshine-yellow triangle. "It’s just forgotten how to shout." it was raining orange