This work honors my stepfather, Bob, who came into my life when I was three. His arrival brought laughter, music, and the gentle rhythm of trees into our home. An arborist and a lover of nature, he moved through the world with kindness and curiosity. His blue eyes held the sky, and his voice filled every room with song.
If you look closely, you will find small screws embedded in the surface, fragments that once mended his broken hand. Now they rest within the clay, becoming part of the earth he cherished. This piece hums with the spirit of his humor, his stories, and the melodies he sang. We will always remember him in the rustle of leaves and the music that drifts through the trees.
18 × 24 in. Clay plaster, earth pigments, cremains, palm thatch on clay board.
This work honors my stepfather, Bob, who came into my life when I was three. His arrival brought laughter, music, and the gentle rhythm of trees into our home. An arborist and a lover of nature, he moved through the world with kindness and curiosity. His blue eyes held the sky, and his voice filled every room with song.
If you look closely, you will find small screws embedded in the surface, fragments that once mended his broken hand. Now they rest within the clay, becoming part of the earth he cherished. This piece hums with the spirit of his humor, his stories, and the melodies he sang. We will always remember him in the rustle of leaves and the music that drifts through the trees.
18 × 24 in. Clay plaster, earth pigments, cremains, palm thatch on clay board.