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“queen anne”

Growing up in Tennessee, the sights and sounds of summer are tucked away in my memory.  Ah, the Queen Anne’s Lace. I remember riding in my mom’s paneled station wagon down the windy roads and observing the beautiful lace-dotted flowers zipping by in a blur.


7x14 encaustic, pan pastel, oil stick, thread and cardboard on 1.5-inch-deep wood cradle board



SOLD Queen Anne

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