Recently during a recent interview the question was asked about the relationship my work has with where I live... to what degree am I a product of my environment. The shared experience of living in a city so close to the Arctic circle is an indelible watermark, a sort of emotional permafrost. Similar to gallows humor, but colder, more like a morgue.
Also, this is yet another instance of how far off the seasonal wheel my postings have spun: but being untethered from such concerns can sometimes serve as a reminder, even today in the crest of summer, of a literal polar opposite of what's to come. I may have mentioned elsewhere on this blog as to the peculiar effect of focusing on developing material so far in advance that in the relative warmth of the sun I can still suffer from S.A.D.
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