A series in which spring reveals itself as a premonition. I photograph the first spring flowers through sheets of ice. For each composition, I freeze water - turning it into a kind of icy glass that acts as a one-of-a-kind optical filter. Its pattern will not be the same even five minutes after the shoot begins. That is both the uniqueness and the challenge of the idea: the outcome is shaped by many factors I can only partly control.
Ice softens and splits contours, lending a faint watercolor quality and a tremor to the form - as if reality itself has not fully thawed yet. It feels like a promise: that these icy shackles will soon become ringing streams of meltwater, and the long-awaited flowers will emerge from beneath the snow.
No artificial intelligence - only flowers and water in its most fragile state.
