I built this Altar at the greenhouse that my late husband, Sterling, worked at. It was always such an amazing place to visit, and given the sizes and scale of the place, the people that work there genuinely care about the plants that they cultivate. It shows too. Everything growing there looks so healthy and loved.

Now, every time I visit the greenhouses, at some point I'll get so overwhelmed with his memory that I'll start crying uncontrollably. Sometimes it's in the Iris house, sometimes near the ferns, but usually in whichever house is in full bloom and busting with color. These breakdowns rarely happen anymore, and when it does, I don't mind it. I kind of miss crying in inappropriate places and the fuck all armor that goes up when it happens.

This place is special though. Nobody cared for plants the way Sterling did. He loved them and cared for their well-being as much as any living creature. I built this Altar as a means to mend the relationship between people and plants; to bridge the dissociation that's occurred over the last hundred years. If only we could all begin to feel a fraction as deeply and intelligently as Sterling did, that would be an amazing first step.