I watched an old woman standing beside a gurney as her husband was wheeled toward an ambulance.
I couldn’t shake it. So I sculpted it.
Two trees — her limbs intertwined with his, catching him as he falls away. Roots tangled together after a lifetime. Neither ready to let go.
This is what love looks like after decades.
🎵 Time for a Rhyme
Be soft with yourself, you’re doing just fine. Even the moon doesn’t always shine.
Hand sculpted original. One of a kind.