It was one year ago that I began my artistic explorations in Newfoundland. This image remains locked in my mind, as it was the view from my cabin. I remember venturing upon the rocks past midnight to listen to it. Icebergs have a voice, a presence that is easy to personify.
A journal entry on May 25 reads
"The fog closed in last night at about eight. I sat watching the remains of an iceberg that disappeared before my eyes. The fog closed like a velvet curtain and twenty minutes later it opened again, but the iceberg had moved along on its journey, shielded by the veil of mist."
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You might like to phone this iceberg up:
An underwater microphone inside Jökulsárlón, an outlet glacial lagoon of Vatnajökull filled
with icebergs calving from the glacier, connects to an amplifier and mobile-phone on land, which
creates a live phone-line to the glacier.
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