The making of Letting go
There is sometimes beauty in death. The transition between the end of one existence and the beginning of another can be beautiful, captivating and humbling.
The sting of November rain brings about a change to the maple leaf. As leaves change colour and fall to the ground, the transition from life source to decay begins.
Fallen leaves are curled and contorted, as if reaching out to embrace their prior existence. This makes me wonder if leaves are let go, or are they simply letting go? If trees can let go of all that they possess, and still survive, why can’t we?
Letting go is a natural phenomenon, but not necessarily a human one.
In “letting go”, I attempted to capture the fragility and beauty of our beloved maple leaf. It was born from a 150 lb boulder of Sunset Red marble, hand-quarried in the Rocky Mountains of British Columbia.
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