There is one real rock here, 2021

This work highlights my mother and how she is the first person that comes to my mind during the happiest and dullest days. She’s my rock, my backbone. I started comparing how I can always go to my mother without hesitating or feeling like a burden the way, I usually feel with other people surrounding me whom I genuinely love. The actual rock hiding in a pile represents my mom, and the other 39 are the individuals I’d consider my rocks, but they are not.