Concealed at the bottom of the earth where the globe maker attaches the orb to its frame, Antarctica remains untouched by the cacophony of our time: a breathing space for our planet as much as for our human imagination; an elementary realm where less is evidently more; a vantage point from which to contemplate our condition with a little more clarity.
In antiquity, a passion for symmetry demanded that the globe contain a landmass at the South Pole to balance the vast, known lands of the north. In the 18th and 19th centuries, Antarctica stood on the cusp of myth and reality as its supposed existence inspired poets and tantalized explorers. In the early 20th, the exploration of its interior and the quest for the South Pole were precursors to the race to the moon. Today, Antarctica demands our attention as the only continent that has not been made a country : Icon of international cooperation, but also climate archive; early warning system; observation platform to the cosmos; ground zero of earthly complexity - idea, as much as place.
For me, Antarctica is an object of continued visual and intellectual fascination : A wilderness that, however much it is scrutinized and deconstructed, remains unmoved in its glacial quietude, its penetrating silence, and its ability to draw us, one degree at a time, toward the essential.