Ice sculpture

Sometimes I feel that I once lived in a fairy tale. Somehow, this feeling of nostalgia always finds its way into my artwork. I made this sculpture at the end of my last semester and nearly forgot it was collecting dust in a storage room. The process of making this sculpture was painful, and transporting it from New York to Chicago was even more painful. It's also not exactly complete. I initially planned to wire it and it would be functional. But now looking at it, I can't feel any other way than how I feel about most of the art I create. It's so beautiful to me, not because I created it, but because it now exists without all of my intentions and expectations. I planned for it to be one thing and it ended up being another. Not all art should necessarily be this way, but it is nice when it happens.