An object, a living body.
What happens when the body gets the object moving: Does it come alive?
Playfully, curiously, the soloist tests the possibilities of the object's movements on slippery ice,
as well as possibilities of the soloist’s own body in connection with the object:
tender, coarse, repellent, affectionate, indifferent.
A simple wooden box becomes the emotional point of reference, replacing the proximity of people and filling the void created by the lack of social and physical contact.