I am so taken with nature’s knack for transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary. This is ice on chicken wire. Every artist spends sleepless nights searching their psyche, scouring the ether, waiting for a lightening strike of inspiration, an idea even half as simple and elegant as what nature routinely awes us all with. I imagine her working and humming: a little moisture here, a little cold air there, a bit more sub zero conditions, and voila!