1997 Bolts in the Snow

What can be more impermanent than painting on the snow, particularly in a city such as Milan, where it usually melts in a matter of hours.
Yet this is what is appealing: if you make a mistake, you do not need to worry, by evening it will be gone.

Two yellow arrows slowly crawl towards an improbable meeting point. They cannot see each other, they cannot smell each other, they do not have a map. Yet it doesn’t matter: they try anyway, it’s their nature. What will happen if and when they collide?

Next morning the snow is gone and I’ll never know.