You Grew Me and I Grew This is a poetic, living body of work that blossoms at the intersection of grief, ancestry, and regeneration. Rooted in love for her late grandmother and nourished by intergenerational care, this series unfolds through sound, spoken word, floristry, and portable garden installations — inviting us to remember the hands that have held us, and the soil that continues to grow us.

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This work is a love letter to mothers — the human and more-than-human ones — who root us, raise us, and remind us that growth often begins in the quiet dark.