An infinite cycle of love and loss for generations of women. The living pass on, and collect from, the women who came before them, contributing to the cycle of life, growne, and story.

I have experienced the loss of many women in my life, so far this year, including my mother. As a result, I have thought a lot about the love and grief associated with these relationships; how we carry it and pass it on, for better or worse. This piece is a tribute to the women who came before me and a symbol of comfort, and hope, for my daughter and the love we will hand down.