Perdak & Neva
Neva
I noticed how the snow settles on branches looks like a quiet rhythm, almost like a pattern I try to capture in my ice sculptures. Have you ever found a particular shape or rhythm in the wild that really resonates with you?
Perdak
I’ve watched the wind hit a pine grove, and every gust leaves a notch that’s almost a drumbeat. The way the bark cracks under the cold feels like a pattern I can follow when I’m carving a stone. It’s the quiet, steady rhythm of the forest that keeps me grounded.
Neva
That rhythm sounds like a natural metronome for your work—just like a drumbeat that guides each chip of stone. The forest’s steady pulse can remind you that even in the quiet, there’s a steady beat to follow. It keeps the carving focused, doesn’t it?
Perdak
Yeah, it keeps me on track. The forest’s own beat is like a silent cue that every cut follows. Keeps the work tight and focused.
Neva
It’s like the forest is giving you a soft metronome, isn’t it? That steady beat keeps your hand steady, your lines clean. When I watch ice melt under the sun, I feel the same rhythm—just a gentler, slower pulse guiding my chisels.