“..just as you’ve decided the material is essentially an earthy colourlessness everywhere, you see that it actually teems with colour, sparkles and scintillates with it,
but not in a winningly decorative way. The colour is a sort of rare treat— like the rainbow iridescence that shimmers atop an oil spill, or on the belly of a fish.
By which I mean that Collett’s colour is and is not immediately discernable, and seems to depend on where you stand and when and at what angle
you peer into the oatmeal depths of these mighty yet fragile, basket-like vessels.”
Gary Michael Dault, Toronto