Smeerenburgbreen

Ashlin Aronin

I come to the end of the world to witness the end of the world.

Vast creatures of ice throw themselves into the sea, to be subsumed in the great body. I stand in the bay fronting Smeerenburgbreen, surrounded by these children of the glacier, who babble, bubble, squeal and pop as they thaw.

This isn’t what I thought the end of the world would sound like – so alive, so joyous. As I listen, their voices start to ring out like bells, and I become lost in time…

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The piece consists of underwater hydrophone recordings and a video from the same location near Smeerenburgbreen, treated with gradually increasing resonant filter and trails effect. Ashlin Aronin, 2023. Reproduced with the kind permission of the author.

Smeerenburgbreen, Video Still, 2022.

©2022, Ashlin Aronin. All Rights Reserved.

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The Polar Silk Road

Zoriça Markovich

Somehow, I’ve been infected by it all, and it’s hard to describe its impact on me. It will take me years to unfold my experience, and yet I am inspired. I am deeply and profoundly moved.

“The Polar Silk Road” delves into the political complexities surrounding the disputed Arctic waterways, weaving a narrative through a series of composite photographic images that mirror the region’s icy landscapes. The project consists of 11 images in total, each printed on 1 metre of silk habotai.

Zoriça Markovich, The Polar Silk Road #01, installation view of silk panel, 2023.

© Zoriça Markovich. Image courtesy of the artist.

Zoriça Markovich, The Polar Silk Road #02, installation view of silk panel, 2023.

© Zoriça Markovich. Image courtesy of the artist.

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Dying in Dreams

Hannah Larrabee

When the glacial sound was unearthed, compressed from hours into minutes and played back for us, I listened. It was a knocking in a great hallway, it was language slowed down to the pulse of the earth. We saw a glacier that looked like an icy hand laid flat between mountains, its fingers curved into turquoise caves. I don’t know why the deep blue visits the ice. It could be a myth about dying, the melting a kind of death for us but there is such rich food for birds in the calving ice. Then the glacial sound came back in a dream: we were on the tallship, on the deck, when there was a seismic sound as if the hull of the whole earth groaned. Then we rose on a massive swell and the glacier broke into icebergs as far as the eye could see. When they began to pierce the ship there was a ringing in my ears so human the part about dying wasn’t needed.

October 15, 2022

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A Road, or So it Seemed

Joan Albaugh

A Road, or So it Seemed, Photogravure, 2022.

©2022, Joan Albaugh. All Rights Reserved.

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Dahlbreen Glacier

Hannah Larrabee

Straight to the lungs

if you ask me—ask me

why the night groans

with our arrival

why some things

leave no trace at all

entire epochs suffering

a geologic amnesia

and here—outside time

—I draw closer

to the bright blue

mouth of the glacier

at a certain distance

a kiss is a force

that cannot be contained

why not offer the ice

to my tongue, my tongue

to its softening dominion

—the body is all

that is ever decided

on this ship we rise

and fall on the massive

chest of the ocean—

the glacier nudges

the mountains

with both elbows

lowers her hips onto

the lapping waters

—calving is an intimate

thunder.

October 3, 2022

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Ice Memory

Zoriça Markovich

Movement and sounds are dampened––slow, and subtle. Magnified by my audio equipment the ice crackles and pops. Sounds are not the same above the water as below. Below they are brighter, crisper. There is a hum, like magnets or electricity. It is extraterrestrial. It is hypnotic. The encounter unfolds across the senses even as it resists them. I close my eyes to fully embody the environment. It is exquisite.

“Ice Memory,” a 14-minute immersive audio soundscape, serves as an auditory portal into the sonic tapestry of the Svalbard-Spitsbergen archipelago. This immersive soundscape captures environmental sounds of calving glaciers, fragmented brash ice, and the haunting moans of melting dead ice. Captured with a variety of different microphones and presented in the round, I am inviting an intimate connection with the Arctic’s sonic landscape.

Zoriça Markovich, Ice Memory, 2023. © Zoriça Markovich. Audio courtesy of the artist.

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