THERE ARE FEW THINGS MORE UNSETTLING TO THE decolonised dinner party bores who run the art world than a 61-year-old lesbian who, in her own words, “has fuck all left to lose”. Particularly not one who’s prepared to get lawyered-up to protect freedom of expression.
Claudia Clare is a ceramicist. And the exquisite pots she creates tell unpopular stories, often about the ugliest parts of human nature. Clare lampoons the illiberal leftists’ trinity of acclaim for Islamism, prostitution and gender identity, and crucially refuses to abide by the “stay in your lane” creed of identity politics. Yet she is no reactionary.
“Feminism,” she reflects, “is the thread that unites all my work. There is no point in demanding rights only for the women who look like me
