Nº. 02

“Days in my grandfather’s garden were spent among his plants. Pots of patchouli lined the patio; the aroma from rub-bing their green leaves on my wrists. The scent of the stream drew me bare-foot into its water. I paddled under the watchful gaze of my father and grandfather, No. 02 is an invitation to walk among the flowers, shed your shoes at the river and recover that which has been lost.” Tonya Kidd-Beggs