On one hot December afternoon I was seating in my garden. The sun was high and strong, the air still. It was really hard to move in such penetrating heat. Even the birds were silenced, I imagined they were high in the trees, statue like, breathing with open beaks. Light was too bright to read, even in the shade of an umbrella. So instead I watched the ice-cubes in my glass.
At first I was fascinated by lines and reflected colours.
Then by the texture of melting ice.
After a while, I started to notice shapes and some figures appeared in my images.
Finlay when the ice nearly melted, I’ve spotted this little “ice monster”.
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