Linnea began working with ceramics at young age: assisting her grandmother, coping with fear and trauma through her hands, learning the voice of her creative compulsion. Over the years, there always seemed to be a next step waiting for her foot to touch down upon, an escalation to her experimentation that slides into place. When she finds a dead woman in the woods on her morning jog, the discovery triggers restlessness, curiosity, suspicion that she knows the killer, and a chance meeting with a kindred spirit. When shadows from her past take form in the darkness, and danger's breath creeps along the back of her neck, Linnea finds herself one step away from an artistic breakthrough.
Touching upon the ways trauma can shape what a person becomes, and the deeply rooted needs that sustain us, Bone China dips a toe into something dark, and possibly delightful.