When rainwater changes into ice crystals or snow, plants are halted in their normal processing. Photosynthesis is a temperature-sensitive chemical process that will not happen in extreme cold or without water. Minus temperatures also force a pause in my usual way of working.

This location where I normally work is visually and spatially familiar but, today, it feels unexpectedly inert. Nothing is fluid. Leaves and twigs are rigid and branches drawn tense under the weight of black ice. My blood’s momentum shifts, I sense a deadlock, a loss of connection, a strange separateness. In response, I begin connecting. I attach threads, frozen rainwater and seeds to the trees as a way to restore what I felt had been paused.

Snow came overnight.