EDITION INFORMATION

My photography has addressed both the manifold qualities of the places in our world and the myriad ways of how we experience our placement in
it. I've covered a lot of territory in my travels, but of all the places I have directly experienced, Antarctica stands foremost as the single — and, signal — place towards which my soul has been most insistently driven. When there, smack in its midst, I am where, to paraphrase my friend Barry Lopez, my soul feels most 'right'.

Those of us who feel the pull of the Poles are fired by fierce and inexplicable passions. For my part, it has been when I'm on the Ice that I know I have felt the loom of epiphany; that I've gained my most intense awareness of the numinous. Here, above all else, clarity and transcendence prevail. On this harsh, austere, and primordial continent, the compass of my embrace becomes its broadest. Here, in this uttermost place, awash in its wonder, I have, unfathomably, found a subsuming sense of grace. The work I do there takes on the cast of a mission, a mission suffuse with ardor and awe.

By my lights, all of that which can be experienced in the Antarctic can be infused with an innate, primal, and subsuming metaphysical presence — to its very core it bears a charge of the sacral. It is an otherworldly place, the edge of the Earth — its furthest horizon. Being present there approximates, in essence, being apart from the planet itself, being a part of the firmament.

Aside from our Earth's oxygen, Antarctica holds more in common with the alien surfaces of other planets and moons, than it does with the surrounds it shares on its home orb. It is a daunting, distinct, and distant realm that hovers nebulously at the far asymptote of all human ken; a sublime and uncertain, ethereal and empyrean, world — a world unto its own, a world fraught with awe and immanence. It harbors glories known nowhere else. Its beauty is inchoate and elusive; its truth is elemental and ever enigmatic.