This work was composed in 2009, just over a decade ago. With hindsight I realise that my subconsciousness may already have been working on the issue of global warming, earlier and perhaps more presciently than I thought. I was experimenting with sketching a rocky island, but in spite of myself I found my strokes forming melting ice blocks scattered across the surface of a huge rock and dripping into the water. Gradually, I saw my experimental island transforming piece by piece into an elemental iceberg. While developing the work and meditating on it, I started to see my consciousness and my earthly life entangled with one another and floating in a great ocean…. Is this an era of warmth or of cold? When did it start and when will it end? Through this piece of work I have gained experience of surprise, doubt, joy, hope, fear; so much of the past, present and future; so much of understanding and of love. Am I my art or is the art me? And what of the process of art?