On a still and bitter cold day, while crossing an old wooden bridge over the frozen water of a lake, the play of light and shadow on twigs rising from the ice struck me, setting off a chain of memories and associations. The beauty of the elegant lines, strokes, curls, and bends, reflecting on the ice through the play of winter light and shadow, created the illusion of some kind of ancient language or hieroglyphics. In many symbolic traditions, water represents the flow of memory, and mirrors the soul. In capturing these frozen moments in time, viewers are invited to enter the profound, reflective calm of these images, imagining what this mystical writing might be saying to them.
