Seth from Miami wrote: “Unfortunately, this is a story of loss, sadness, and remembrance. Over a year ago, my girlfriend and I lost our first child. It was a stillbirth. We had gone to the hospital expecting to welcome a healthy baby boy after 9 loving months, but instead, we were told he had passed just a few days earlier due to a random complication. What should have been the happiest moment of our lives became the worst. Our son’s name was Gabriel.

Experiencing a loss like this leaves a permanent hole in your life, one that can never truly be filled. I’ve struggled with how to honor and remember my son, despite his life being so brief. I never want to diminish or casually brush over his existence or what he means to us.“

As a father myself, I think of parents burying their own children as the ultimate hardship. We will all bury our parents and possibly our friends, siblings, more distant family members. But I cannot imagine burying a child as anything other than a deep crack in the texture of existance. As Seth wrote: “a permanent hole in your life”

I created a piece that is both perfect in form and unfinished in texture, symbolising the wholeness of an unborn child and the tragedy of a life unlived.