Icebergs

I made these images with my Hasselblad at Tanquary Fiord on the north coast of the Arctic Archipelago’s Ellesmere Island in the summer of 1993. For 30 years, they sat in a drawer, while I went about pursuing my career as a filmmaker and raising my children.

During the quiet of the pandemic, I pulled them out of the drawer and went back to that moment in my life, when I stood at the top of the world and witnessed the beauty of ice. Alfred Stieglitz titled a series of pictures he made of clouds, equivalents, seeing the images as being equivalents of psychological or emotional states. The nine icebergs in this portfolio are that for me. They are about loss. Since I made these images, both my parents have died, as has my best friend from childhood. I ended my marriage, and as for the icebergs, thanks to global warming they have vanished. To say nothing, of all that has been lost to the world since 1993.

To bring these images into the world, I researched several historical printing processes before choosing Platinum/Palladium printing over pigment. I was fortunate to work with the master printers at Cone Editions in Vermont.