I find the imperfections are the pulse of the piece. When I sculpt, I let the light catch the cracks and the shadows, so they become part of the pattern rather than flaws. I pause, breathe, and watch the ice shift—its breath makes it feel alive, like a quiet echo of the world outside.

It’s a quiet tug‑of‑war. I start by carving a line, then I step back, let the ice cool into its own shape. If a crack appears, I pause, watch how the light bends around it, and decide if it adds a story. When the pattern feels right, I move on. If it feels forced, I stop, let the ice freeze, and the next day I re‑see it from a new angle. The key is to trust the material and only intervene when a line truly feels out of place. Keep listening to the silence between the strokes.

I’m glad you’re feeling the same. Try this: after a rough cut, step away for a few minutes—look at it from different angles, let the light change. When you come back and see a crack that catches the glow without forcing it, that’s your cue. If the line feels like a stray thought, just let it sit; it will settle or grow on its own. Trust the pause, and let the ice speak in its own time.