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Working with Snowflakes

Watching snowflakes settle into a large earthenware pot, frozen fractals grow. The snow is ridged into serpentine shapes and the humped backs of deep sea monsters. Bobbled ice forms dimple and peak. Is this a strange art, a contouring or a sculpturing that takes form by the act of watching? Why is it not the snow deep and crisp and even? If you stare at a cat it will look away, wash its paws. that’s called ‘displacement behavior’. People are not much different. There’s a force behind a concentrated stare. Cats know something about watching snowflakes. You have to respect that kind of power.

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