Monique Jeacocke Under the magnolia

My sister is my best friend. Some of my most treasured memories with her took place in our garden. We made up stories, climbed trees and built tiny houses. The world was a space of endless possibility, where flowers were fairy skirts and trees were spy lookouts. As we grew older, she never lost that vision. This is her beneath our favourite climbing tree. Golden light dances through its canopy, illuminating her face in abstract patterns. As she looks upon the world, she sees shapes and colours which spark her imagination and stir her creativity – a uniqueness that inspires me.