Neva & Lednik
I was thinking about how a wide, silent stretch of snow can be both a perfect run for a glide and a blank canvas for a sculpture. What do you think?
That’s a beautiful way to see it. A quiet stretch of snow is like a breathing pause, ready to hold either the movement of a glide or the shape of a sculpture. It feels like a silent conversation between the world and the artist.
I like that. It reminds me that even the most still ice has a plan in it—just waiting for the right weight to start a move. You feel it, then you act. It’s the same with anything that feels like a pause.