Arnica nods heavy-headed on the bruised slope.
Peaks recede in all directions, in heat-haze,
Evening in my recollection.
The shield at my throat ornamental and worse.
We descended the gully thrummed into confusion
With the last snowmelt a tricklet into mud, ulterior –
One wolfbane bloom, iodine-hued, rising on its stalk
Into the luster of air: June really isn’t June anymore,
Is it? A glacier’s heart of milk loosed from a thousand
Summer days in extravagant succession,
From the back of my tongue, dexterous and sinister.
– Joan Naviyuk Kane
we are all fascinated with the idea of a magical place that maybe once existed in the far north. our interest in working primarily in alaska is focused on finding an expression of built form that can mediate the influences of the rich history in arctic culture with today’s life. to date there are not many visible signs of contemporary expression in the built environment in the far north. the traditional techniques of weaving (e.g. baleen or grass baskets) are some of the inspirations for our installation. the soundscape, glaciar X, by Nash Gargari, is providing the audio for the piece.