As the years go by and life’s paintings change, etch and fade; what is revealed is beyond beautiful.
There isn’t just one story to tell. There are many. Each line a practice of cursive writing, of the lines on the walls, on the faces and in the hands that lifted a life!
The colours brighter by time, of a watchful painter, living in the current mural that she lives in real time.
The legacy will be the stories, not the paint. The pigment returns to dust and the life to a ledger of memories!














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