But Trailing Clouds of Glory Do We Come an essay by Jonathan M. Clark, independent critic Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come… — William Wordswoth, Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood.   Daphnae Koop’s abstract pieces are both heavy and elegant, muscular and mysterious. Their physicality projects such presence, yet their details point to so much ethereal intricacy. But Trailing Clouds of Glory Do We Come trains that dynamic visual language onto precise themes that open the viewer up to contemplation on the nature of reality and the miracle of existence. […]