The clay works of Céline Depelchin Juart sit atop of a chest of draws and gaze out onto a quiet laneway. Lost in thought and locked in clay, this ‘clady’ might very well be pondering how to downsize her derriere that seems as impossible as any of the augmentations of a Barbie doll. Or maybe she’s just looking out across the road to the building made of bricks, counting her good fortune at not becoming just another brick in the wall.