—our story

The woman behind
The Forged Fig

Follower of Christ, wife, and mother of two — bringing the art of bronze sculptures to life in the United States

— meet melinda

An entrepreneurial spirit
with a deeper calling

A woman standing on the beach during sunset, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a cream-colored sweater, smiling at the camera.

I’ve had an entrepreneurial spirit for as long as I can remember, starting my first business at just 19. When I discovered these breathtaking sculptures, widely cherished in Europe, I knew immediately they were something I felt called to bring to the States. 

Becoming a mother has given me a profound reverence for the miracle of the female body. Each of my pregnancies was sanctifying in its own way—stretching me, humbling me, and forever changing me.

Looking back, I would have treasured the opportunity to preserve that fleeting, sacred season of life in the form of a sculpture. That longing is where The Forged Fig was born.

Why The Forged Fig?

— the name

I can't think of a more transformative season in a woman's life than motherhood, and I wanted a name that could hold that depth.

Forged speaks to the refining process of working metal — the heat, pressure, and patience required to create something enduring. It also reflects the refinement that comes through bearing fruit: both the metaphorical fruits of the Spirit and the literal fruit of the womb.

"We dream of one day owning a fig farm —
a living symbol of heritage, growth, and roots passed down through generations."

On a more personal note, my husband loves gardening and has propagated at least a dozen fig trees. Our original fig tree was inherited from family who immigrated from Calabria, Italy .

— our family

Rooted in faith,
family, and craft

The Forged Fig is more than a business — it is a reflection of what we believe: that the human body is a masterpiece, that motherhood is sacred, and that the bonds we share with those we love are worth preserving. This is the work I was made for.

Family of four walking on a wooden dock towards boats at a marina during sunset.