February 3rd 2011 |
Artist House. |
Yesterday Beathe and I were looking at the museums collection of very old photographs and this morning for a short while in the total darkness while the wind howled and the sea boomed I saw how incredible survival was in this climate. Yesterday I was moaning about losing artistic creativity I feel ashamed. The women of this island were so resilient. Some of the photographs showed Inuit women caring for the sick and injured. They had to learn to do everything just to live another day and sometimes in this darkness what they did wasn’t good enough, maybe due to lack of education, supplies or medical knowledge and they also had to live with that. For a short time period time was suspended in the darkness in that small house on the edge of no where. I was glad the light failed for long enough for me to experience a fragile link with Upernavik's history.
Original turf house. |
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