Fragments of my memory (or soon to be memory) that involve the Antarctic, North-pole, South-pole, Polar bears & Northern light. They will all be gone soon. I need to make a body of work that celebrates what we have/had. I am not in the position to judge or point any fingers. The climate issue is something I find very difficult to get my head around and makes me anxious. I want to make a series of memories while it still exists. I want it to be something joyful, something we can look back on saying ‘Look, that existed while I was here’. An abstract exercise of the most beautiful cold.

Memories of ice