Each time I fall, I get up — as long as my eyes remain open. When ice binds the body and the soul, I know there is sunlight above, and that I will rise when the time is right. Ice reflects a quiet acceptance rather than struggle. The artist does not see life as constant battle, yet acknowledges its rules. The universe here is vast, cold, and infinite — and within every point of it hookup exists the self. A meditation on resilience without aggression, endurance without drama.