The Ice Book
When I think of winter, I envision beautiful but ephemeral objects and a feeling that everything would eventually melt or be shoveled or swept away. All that remained would be the memory of these objects. In exploration of the atemporal, the impermanent, the ephemeral in winter, I also want to consider the more subversive side to this theme, rendering our transient experiences in contemporary conditions. The notion of everything eventually becoming obsolete is apparent in the everyday; geographical features, biological processes, technology, are all temporary.