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WHEN I WAS THIRTY, a fire destroyed my childhood home, where I still lived, and nearly everything I owned. Books and sketchbooks, clothes, furniture, and years’ worth of paintings and textile art in cotton, linen, and silk—all of it burned. Afterward, I turned toward making work in ceramics and steel. These media gave me permanence…

The light of the soul throws sparks, can send up flares, builds signal fires, causes proper matters to catch fire.