Artic

My first view of the Arctic was from the air, striking patterns of broken ice, stretching forever out the plane window.

Another view was at night from the bridge of a ship, crossing Davis Strait.

Another, on my second trip, in a small boat fending off ice in the bright July sun.

A land of contrasts: brilliant and dark, monumental and intimate, desert and sea.

In the Arctic, the scale hits you first.  Artists often respond with large work.  Mine is small.  I’m not sure why, perhaps because one feels so small. 

Alone, deep, close, - there’s a surprising intimacy in the Arctic. So little interference by man – yet…

MARGERY HAMLEN