Layers of adornment built up in ink, acrylic paint, printing ink, shellac, and imitation gold leaf, over a delicate relief print, until the original is lost. Lily now sits like a pedestal, testament to a promise that will never be known.
Hilda was forty two and the mother of eight children when her husband died suddenly in 1929. Her eldest son was seventeen, her youngest, twin boys, were five. She and her husband had only recently taken out a mortage to buy the farm next door. It is said that she turned her face to the wall and stayed that way for a week.