The Arctic Blog – Ghosts of the Ice
Hey, so glad you made it! Here you can follow my 2026 Arctic journey aboard Svalbard’s waters, exploring remote landscapes through my residency.
Entry 027: The Pencil and the Speaker
D'arcy. Dolores. Florence. Herbert. Bono. All Wegbegleiter. Companions to me, unknown to them. They never knew I was in the room. They shaped it anyway.
Entry 026: What You Lose Along the Way
"Ghosts never frighten people who are used to them." — Paul Auster, The Locked Room
Entry 024: Eighty People in a Room
"Do not wait for the last judgment. It takes place every day." — Albert Camus
Entry 023: Being Creative and What Comes Next
“The right moment does not come before the work. The right moment is the work, already in motion.” – RMK
Entry 022: Kin: Conversations With People Who Cannot Hear Me
"The dead are not absent, they are invisible." — Victor Hugo
Entry 021: Monsters of the North
“I'll have you know I do the swearing on this ship. If I need your assitance I'll call you” – Capt. Wolf Larsen - The Sea Wolf
Entry Nineteen: High North, High Tension
“Mars is not a Plan B. It is a monument to distraction and fantasy”. – RMK
Entry Eighteen: The Lie of “Raising Awareness”
“I don’t think art should be comfortable. It should be unsettling.” — David Bowie
Entry Seventeen: The Music Behind Ghosts of the Ice
“Oh, tell me, we both matter, don't we?” – Kate Bush
Entry Sixteen: Why Social Media Can’t Hold Scale
“Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.” – Simone Weil
Entry Fifteen: What I Fear Most (And What I Don’t)
If you are afraid, do it anyway. – Marina Abramović
Entry Fourteen: The Arctic Before the Artists
“What we see changes what we know. What we know changes what we see.” – Jean Piaget
Entry Thirteen: When I Finally Understood What Was Disappearing
“We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children.” — Native Proverb
Entry Twelve: A Record of What Fades
The smaller the disappearance, the larger the shadow it leaves behind. – Paul Auster
Entry Eleven: The Frame That Breathes
The image doesn’t vanish in a flash. It drifts away, almost politely, until you question your own memory.
Entry Ten: The Silent Page
“I do not literally paint that table, but the emotion it produces upon me” – Henri Matisse
Entry Nine: Echoes of Philosophy
When I think about Philosophy, I imagine standing before a glacier, its face fractured, its center unknowable, and realizing that knowledge and mystery are the same thing viewed from different distances.
Entry Eight: The Quiet Edge
“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way — things I had no words for.” - Georgia O'Keeffe
Entry Seven: The Vanished Sea
The story feels almost mythic, a painting about chaos, stolen in chaos, swallowed by the world it once tried to depict.