Wherever you go, you feel what everyone around you feels, you have no control. You've felt claustrophobic everywhere you’ve ever been. You feel angry and horny and depressed and ecstatic all at once.
But in front of the glacier, you feel nothing. There is no one around to influence you, and the glacier has no feelings. It carves and crawls through mountains and sheds into the sea without feeling. It is powerful and powerless, unable to control its fate, but it has no desire to. So for the first time you feel nothing, absolutely nothing.
You take off your shoes and socks. The warmth from your feet melts the snow where you stand. You let your hair blow in the cool breeze. Because you feel nothing you begin to feel what it is to be you.
You cry. You laugh. You forget the frozen snow at your feet. You feel water trickle off your toes and you look down.
Chapter 16 - The Blues That Only Glaciers Are
Work has been shown in these exhibitions:
Jan. 2013 - Parts of the Whole
May 2013 - Aggregate
Jan. 2014 - Ghostlands
May 2014 - Ghostlands II