These pieces started off as remembrance items, thinking back to childhood, and the precious little trinkets held in the old cigar box. As more were made though, the symbolism shifted to a deeper place. The wood started to take on a me sort of feeling, with the weathered surface, the worn edges, the strength of the oak. The small precious things being held inside started to be my children, and also the parts of me that I hold special. I started to see the pillars as protectors of the precious things, in the same way that a parent has to look out for their child, and for themselves.
Found objects with a story to tell.