“touched by winds, currents and the hesitant beams of sun, ice breaks and floats, eventually becoming water” 

Far up in the north the light is different. The landscapes expand to distances that almost feel unreachable – an endless play of tundra, water and ice. Time moves slow. Once they arrive, night and day, darkness and light seem to last for an eternity. Their presence is overbearing, like that of guests who never left and now intrude on your routines. Or, perhaps, it is you who is a guest in their kingdom.