The thermometer was clocking 48 degrees and so we picked up a bag of ice cubes from a rumbling freezer on the porch of a gas station. After driving further into the desert, the hollow ice cubes spiky leaves of the Joshua Tree, upon their first encounter, configured into this perfect modular system. For about half an hour, while the ice was melting under the sun, we heard miniscule noises: cracking ice, sizzling vapor, and the damp thud of water drops absorbed by the hot sand.
Photographic Print, 80x60cm, 2011, with Benjamin Tomasi. Recently part of the exhibition Listening to Carrots Grow, KS Room, Feldbach