Ephemeral Art: Dance of Change.

Over the kitchen floor two ice cubes bumped into each other. There is nothing to ask yet about their sudden presence outside the freezer, not about the circumstances which lead them into this bizarre condition.

All of a sudden they become animated as I see one of them gently gliding towards the other. Indeed there is impetus out of now where to allow them to move. Their transformation begins as they enact slow turns. I am sure there are conscious, Matter is alive, and water is the source of life. During the next fractions of a second these ice cubes will perform millions of steps in a complex choreography of transformation. The audience is ready. Their outermost surfaces turn into smooth corners as they capture heat. I look at them carefully and find an infinitely thin layer of water. They are melting, they no longer have a pointe and sharp aspect, they subside, and their corners become rounded as they keep gliding in the increasing amount of fluid merging from them.

To the naked eye, this ephemeral dance has a beginning and end but only to our inner eye the ice cubes dance will result in becoming part of us, we will not be able to watch the third act in which the liquid phase turns into vapor and eventually is incorporated in the air and inspired by us.

The ephemeral dance of these ice cubes is eternal. And we are not only spectators but complies, not only beholders but stages for their performance.

Insider their structure the real perpetuation takes place at microscopic level, change of stage is the result of energy. All these steps, all the moves have been practiced over and over to perfection before our very eyes. We were lucky to be called tonight for this private presentation.

Both cubes flattening, rounding, expanding, what an extraordinary performance, They say it over and over again I am water, I am water. I am you.