At what point does your house become performance art? For me, the answer is now. I have created this piece called “The Solid Phase” by allowing last autumn’s leaves to accumulate in my rain gutters, then patiently waiting for a blizzard and three subsequent snow storms to leave a deep layer of snow atop my roof. Then, I simply watched to see what nature would bring once the air warmed. The true brilliance of this piece is the graceful glissade of melt water tumbling from my gutters. And yes, this piece is ironic. Ice, the solid, static phase of water, has metamorphosized into dynamic icicles, changing constantly.