Snow.
Just cold water - water that's too cold to flow.
Not a solid mass of ice, but tiny, individually crafted crystals.
Millions and millions of them lie across the landscape,
until warmth returns the fluidity and they coalesce and run away to the sea.
Snow.
Piling onto and draping over shrubs to create sculpture forms.
Blazing white in the sun, a blank canvas for crisp shadows from the bare trees -
and the shadows of the snow-shrub sculptures.
An original show - here for a limited engagement.
Don't miss it!
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