Shrapnel by Kim AndersenAn ordinary safety pin is fully examined by the audience. A finger ring is borrowed. Then right in front of their eyes, up close and personal, the two objects impossibly melt through each other. On and off. Over and over. Like a glaring red hot knife through warm butter. At your command, inches from their face, you visually melt fibres through fibres in increasingly unexplainable ways. Then as quick as the wind changes, they no longer penetrate. They