In a small room with a wooden floor and a washbasin are three small metal beds. On these three beds are square blocks of ice. In the ice are the spatial drawings, of rubber latex, the Embrio-like shapes. They are frozen in the blocks, a lot in one of the blocks but only a few in another. They are invisible but slowly the water drops. The ice is melting and the ice is melting like tears in the white knitted rags.
This is what the women did in the refugee camp, knitting endlessly, She put everything into making wool socks, it kept them big, and cool and tight, like a strong block. The wool caught their tears. They could let go, but they didn't, no opportunity, no space, not yet. And so before it happened they hid their emotions in a block. And just like the women, the ice melted, the drawings became visible, the emotions were released, but before all the water was gone, I froze it all over again. During the exhibition I repeated this process of freezing and melting, of holding and releasing, of hiding and showing.