POETRY OF A LEAF

My mother recently passed away.  During my mourning period I have found myself drawn into dialogue with the leaves of the trees in my backyard as they succumb to the inevitability of time.  Lush in bloom, these leaves transform as they begin to decay, shrivel, twist and curl.  Complex patterns and textures unique to each leaf emerge.  Seemingly invited to pause to find the grace and the fragility within each withered leaf, I feel compelled to contemplate the intricacies of their surfaces, sometimes like skin, sometimes like leather, sometimes like bone and flesh.   I seek to highlight a deeper appreciation for the passage of time by capturing the profound beauty that emerges from the cycle of life.