These pieces of ice—glacial fragments washed up on the shores of Svalbard—seemed frozen in time as well as space, but were in fact in a visible and audible state of change as they dissolved into the sea. By drawing them during the last weeks or days of their solid states, I hoped to memorialize and mourn the transience of their forms.
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