“The waters symbolize the universal sum of virtualities; they are fons et origo, ‘spring and origin’, the reservoir of all the possibilities of existence; they precede every form and support every creation … Emersion repeats the cosmogonic act of formal manifestation; immersion is equivalent to a dissolution of forms. This is why the symbolism of the waters implies both death and rebirth. Contact with water always brings a regeneration – on the one hand because dissolution is followed by a new birth, on the other because immersion fertilizes and multiplies the potential of life.”
Mircea Eliade, The Sacred and the Profane , Harvest, 1959
This photo is the final outcome of my glass casting of a snail. Much like the snails that gather in the gullies at low tide in their millions. This reflects the pathos of life in how we don’t choice what happens to us in life but we can chose how we response to life. It was also a response to lost of my mother, as a kind of memento mori (remember you have to die). After she lost her fight against cancer in 1993 she had no wish for a grave for us to tend. This taught me none of us live forever and our memories and will eventually all be lost. This quite acceptance to let go of ourselves, I discovered, is to find ourselves. She taught me to live in the present not the past.