This work is in a Victorian cash box, it was made as a memorial to my mother. Each compartment contains a miniature homage to her. Her makeup compact is open, a kiss from my lips wearing her lipstick is on the pad. Reflected in the open mirror is a bottle containing handmade rose beads: the petals from her funeral roses were rolled into a ball and left to dry (when nuns walked in the garden their hands must be kept busy, so they rolled rose petals in this way to make beads which they threaded onto a cord and called it a Rosary’). The cigaret packets are there because my mums death was directly related to her 50 years of smoking. The altered book has, among other things, exerts from her diaries (I inherited 40 years worth of them!).