Recently, I began a small series of cages, protective armor, shields,enclosures meant to protect that which lies inside their confines. This sculpture is entitled Keeper of the Last Garden and is an examination of how we might proceed to protect the flowers of a garden that no longer grows anew. If only the vestiges of past blooms remain, crumbling, brown, shriveled, how might we protect these once wonders? Will we build corrals for them to ward off further destruction? How will we remember the possible beauty of what was? Is there a way to highlight the stunning hues of a flower in her fullness of life when her vibrant spirit has flown? Using salvaged wood from an urban park and island driftwood, a dried peony from last summer and my grandmother's needlepoint yarn, I am attempting to preserve and recreate the beauty of this no longer vital flower.