Memorial piece for my grandmother who was an impressive flower/herb gardener. What a blessing to be able to spend the last two years living close enough to see her weekly, and a privilege to hear her life stories. 93 years of living and still gone too soon. This piece was made for an assignment, but was created in the midst of me processing my grief. Funny how life gives you the tools to move through hard things. We’re gonna put it in my mom’s garden to remember she’ll always be with us when we’re out there, digging in the dirt. Also this was my first time working with metal so I don’t want to hear SHIT about my welds lol