My cold plunge into the materiality of time in performance emerged at an exceptional time- it was the time of pandemic, a time which did not allow gathering, an essential element in the field of performance. I refused to give in to virtual performances and explored ways in person performances could persist, and so I began translating my one-to-one performance offerings into coronavirus compatible structures: I dedicated the first months of pandemic to a series of window performances ('Your Breath on My Window’, 2020) which were performances for a single household, viewed through the window at Glasshouse. I continued with Specific Gestures (2021)- a series of performance-based sculptures which explore the fragility and impossibility of intimacy (sharing of a bowl of soup, hugging, sharing a bed) when a transparent surface is defining what is seen and what is felt, encasing intimacy as a posture rather than as sensation. The coldness of the separation and lack of human warmth led me to work with ice, first as a powerful metaphor for the materiality of performance time, creating molds for performances. Then my research expanded to the broad histories and metaphysics ice holds- working with this transient solid material remains open ended. Indexing my work in ice: dragging the ice bones, embracing the hallah bread against my body as heat, and my most recent work in this series, translated my one-to-one performance ‘Comb My Hair’ into a chillingly intimate offering- a hairbrush cast from ice becomes the tool-at-hand for a performance in which an audience member steps forward to offer an intimate gesture using the metaphysic quality of ice- healing, cooling, transient. A signifier to my true goal as an artist- reminding future generations what it feels like to be human, through fragility, generosity and intimacy.