The Day after the Funeral

I travelled to Ballarat to bury my 98 year old Uncle, it was so cold. The next day my mother and I were out and about and saw the first snowflakes start to fall. Luckily we were in a heated car, the snow melted on the window leaving beautiful patterns and distortions. The work you see here is an attempt to capture not only the cold but the transient existence of a snowflake and hepled me remember all the good things about my Uncle Alf.