memory

When you were small did you ever have a spot for your special treasures? Perhaps it was a box, usually quite small, maybe it was a hole dug out under the root of a tree in the backyard, your special place. these pillars are an homage to that feeling, the little treasure kept safe. Now that I'm older, a little coarser, a little rough around the edges, these pillars feel like me, worn by time but not down. Worn into something that has a unique shape, showing the strength inside of it's growth.