NATICK — Rhoda is a dreamer. She fantasizes about soaring like a bird. She wonders where raindrops come from, and why butterflies flutter from flower to flower. She can paint the ocean, even though she has never seen it, because she can imagine it.
She is also the heart and soul of an artist’s labor of love, which might have been lost forever if not for a lucky series of events that started with a chance discovery in a pile of laundry.