søndag den 27. juli 2008

Going Home

It was spring when the bear and the princess flew into an ice-covered landscape North of the polar circle. They had arrived in Kalallit Nunaat, ”the land of the humans”, and they were first hit by the silence of the mountains. First words were no words. Now, it is summer, and words have bloomed between arrival and departure. As all things move in circles so did this journey, they traveled through magnificent landscapes and endless conversation back to the silence. Silence. Pictures are left to document their flight, footprints in the soil, stories in their minds, smiles in their hearts.

Tracing their flight, a line draws a circle. Sometime in that drawing, a young Inuit traveled in the opposite direction to start a life in the modern world that was Denmark. That girl is an old woman now and her family is large. It is time for us to leave her homeland, the High North, and retell stories that we once heard from her.

Even butterflies live in the Arctic.


i am a seal woman
but afterwards i become an eagle
with wings and feathers of the suns many colours
in my song i call for the human beings
time for evolution
time for revolution
out of the darkness
comes a light
out of the ashes of the fire
we create the things we desire
indigenous revolution
still searching for solutions
and within the revolution we create another
revolution
hope is my guiding light
even the butterflies live in the artic

(”Eagle Screaming: Red Sky Alight” by Jessie Kleeman)

1 kommentar:

Anonym sagde ...

:)

welcome back, in an enriched way (obviously), to the continent. settle in quickly again.

thank you for the wonderful photographs and the mellow words.

rainer