A vision I’ve had for a long time. Imagine a lush, sprawling garden, with fountains, grottos, follies, and ancient weeping willow trees over a placid river. Can you imagine all the garden parties and Victorian delights that could be enjoyed in such a setting? This is just a small piece of it . . .
One night I got bored and started a project. I had a vision of a white pigeon sailing through a clear summer sky, with a precious message attached to his leg for a very particular person. He glides down into a courtyard of a stately manor house, and from there? We’ll see if I can figure out where to go with this.