Shadow Self II

The shadow self. The parts we don't like to look at. The emotions we don't like to feel.
Our resistance to let go. Our effort to escape death, refuse death, erase death - deaths of different ways, not only of our physical bodies. Death of an old identity. Of a job we don't feel anymore. Of a dream we don't love anymore.
Our scared clinging. Our sense of being isolated, small. Finite. Hopeless.
The song of the bushes and branches and leaves growing around what is dead, the life getting ready to sprout from it once again. Resilience. Cycles of nature.
Of something we belong to. Bigger, wiser, holier.
I carved this skull from a freshwater pearl, then set it in a nest of copper, with sculpted hand fabricated leaves.