The stone circle and its imaginary magical landscape fused as another world. The mother stone looms upwards from the ground. A partial mystical black and white self portrait is embedded in the stone. Like a faded newspaper clipping she is image transferred into this landscape, onto the stone. The sketchy hand drawn landscape seeps through the scribble densely drawn stone. The hills in the distance seem to have tiny trees and as the environment reveals itself we see tufts of red grass increasing in density as they get closer. In the pale green sky a purple like rainbow appears diagonally, covered in flecks of white. Does she become the stone or does the stone become her?