We are surrounded by impermanence. Fleeting moments, shifting perspectives, and change all illuminatethe fact that nothing in life is permanent. Daily and seasonal transitions, birth, growth and death allremind us of the inevitability of impermanence. Even the most seemingly eternal landscapes willeventually succumb to time. We are left with memories. Abstract and residual, our memories are a meansby which we can honor the past and recall experiences, relationships and parts of our histories.Oddly enough, painting feels permanent. It is a means of documentation that can be quick or slow, butone that seems durable and in some ways, timeless. An image left on a painted surface is the tangibleresult of working with a flexible and changing medium until the arrival of an end. It is a path that allowsfor a memory to be made into something more concrete than an idea.Towers, walls, and pyramids of ice cubes in various states of melting are, of course, impermanent. Theseice structures were designed to fail and simply melt, returning to a prior state. Cast against darkbackgrounds and photographed in high contrast light, there is something beautiful about these icestructures. The images feel dramatic and historical. There is also an element of absurdity in the act ofcommitting these images to painting; ice is simply a temporary state of water that is destined to not tolast, but a painting of ice seems like it could.