We don't make leaves, they make us. By producing the oxygen indispensable to our being, leaves have produced the cosmic fabric that has allowed life to exist and evolve. When we destroy leaves, we destroy life. This work is an exploratorium, an attempt to keep leaves - and failing that, their memory - alive by any means. Naturally, this being a Quixotean endeavour, any attempt is doomed; each loss revealing who we are. This work is part of an on-going series entitled "Air" that began in 2021 in response to the growing realisation of our collective dependence on air - oxygen, freedom, life. Each piece employs a different technique suggested by colleagues, friends, family and passers-by. You are welcome to suggest a way to preserve a leaf by connecting with me on Instagram at @brindusaf