Whether saints or sinners, people matter. All the more so because of the brevity of our existence. Taken from the idea of reliquaries common to many religions this series celebrates and honors one persons life; whoever they may have been.

This jawbone was found by a friend of mine half buried in mud outside a pauper's cemetery in New Orleans. They couldn't afford to be buried in the fancy cemeteries that the tourists like to frequent, and as a result the cemetery fell into disrepair to the point that after a heavy rain bones can often be found in the surrounding streets. Before returning the remains to the authorities I took a mold of the jawbone for a series of pieces to honor this person, whomever they were, whatever their status or race. I hold that saints are no more to be celebrated than sinners, that wealth and fame is not the same as value, and that the color of skin matters little when we all end up as bleached white bone.