Art on Ice

 

An art of the face,

Who knew it could be created in such a place?

Out upon sea, formed in the ice,

Granted that's what makes this piece that more nice.

Now the question first coming into mind,

How does one craft such a unique line?

Bringing forth their view on such a cold form,

Breaking all the rules and norms.

With chisels sharp and vision clear,

The artist's touch makes it appear.

In the icy expanse, beauty takes shape,

A frozen marvel, a bold escape.

In the cold, creativity blooms,

Transforming ice into art that consumes.

A face emerges from the frozen sea,

An emblem of what imagination can be.

Each stroke precise, a careful plan,

Breathing life into this frozen span.

In the stark and frosty domain,

The artist's vision does not wane.

Creating art in the harshest clime,

A quality to the spirit sublime.

For in the chill, the artist's fire,

Crafts a wonder, a heart's desire.

In every carve, a story told,

Of passion, courage, and art so bold.

The ice a canvas, the sea a stage,

Where the artist's dreams engage.

So marvel at this face on ice,

A creation that defies all vice.

An art so pure, in a frozen state,

A masterpiece so easily replicated.