A brilliant smile and a sunny garden vibrating with living being things Stones, magic stones, stepping stones and heavenly flowers whose fragrance grace the path on which life unfolds
A halo of sun around the head here she comes, cradling a wretched sign from the road that once had glory but faded in the dream of time like an extinct species
But then, under her magic brush she breathed existence to it again and from a life that was no more she uncovered a mystery to which she added new glory A gift of art for those looking for the unexpected and the beautiful, and the keepsake of memories.
That’s what she does,
Mary Anne
