Ice

Ice is water entombed, ready to have vitality again and rise from the grave. In a portrait portraying, like the hangman-in confinement, marooned at death's island prison,, time cocooned, showing the need to learn to behave. Or be shaved, shived, and broken. In character, a caricature of nature in culture, it's symbolic, parabolic token. A stasis that reminds you to let yourself flow, with enough warmth, as to be a tributary, to life, not brittle, unyielding and hard, or dead inside. That can cut into people like a knife.