The stone man wasn't around, but his art spoke volumes. Here's some of it ( I don't know if he has titled these pieces; the names are mine):
As we were about to leave, I spotted some bricks in a random pile of assorted materials – old, interestingly shaped bricks worthy of collecting, I thought."If you want them, let's load them up," said Sylvia, who knows the artist and clearly knows her way around his "gallery." Back home, I admired the bricks for more than a week before deciding how I would use them in the garden. Here's what I did:
This arrangement is on the mossy area on the back side of the house, near the little pond with the bamboo fountain and the stack of cobblestones.
After asking Sylvia to check my cost for the bricks, I've heard nothing, which may mean these bricks are worth more to me than to the stone man.
I hope to visit again when he's home. Meanwhile, I'll enjoy the treasure that he just may have considered trash.