SHROUDS, 2017
The dying glacier's face is covered with a veil of white sheets. Desperately and somewhat failing to protect the age-old giant from the sun and the greenhouse-effect. Still in summer, it melts twenty feet in three weeks. Covered in dust, sand and soot of years, white turned to grey yet there is a glimpse of brightness to be found under the cover.
In the next 100 years, many glaciers will disappear, never to resurface in the cradle of winter. Gone. Forever.
The sheets are laid over a man made ice cave that is, hopefully, equally important to glaciology as it is to tourism.
For now the glacier is tucked in tightly in its blanket of canvas. Resembling a graveyard of sails without ships.
Going nowhere.
Shrouds is the first installment in a personal series exploring the metaphoric correlation between glaciers and mental health.
