From the day I was born, I have been living around my mother and her art. Including paintings, furniture, signs, etc that gave the house life. Unfortunately, in 2010 she was diagnosed with cancer, but on the bright side, she kept a positive mindset and continued making her art. Although she was in and out of the hospital for a long 7 years she continued making art and lived with that same mindset. Clueless about the following weeks, one day she came home with a side table she picked up from the street, it was an ugly piece of furniture that was in awful condition. Then she transformed it into her last piece. She finished it just in time before she went back into the hospital, I thought this would be a normal occasion where she goes to the hospital and comes back a week or two later. But once she went into a coma I wasn’t sure how it was going to go. Now her art decorates the house reminding me of her every day, and it will always be in my family.