Frozen Acrylic Melted Onto Mylar
In 2003, during the spring break-up of the Red River, Manitoba, I froze different colours of acrylic paint by squirting them into snowbanks. the next morning, indoors, I placed the pigment and ice on mylar and let them melt out at their own pace, finding their own shapes. structure turned to softness, and delicacy became mess, but then found stability again.
the balance of purpose and release, control and chaos, mimics the way we attempt to, maybe even need to, shape our environments. we construct visions of static stability even though we know perfectly well that seasons, winds, temperature shifts and other natural forces can reconfigure just about any human construction, given the right circumstances.