THERE IS SURELY no region on this planet more abstract, less able to be firmly grasped than Antarctica. It is quite simply a place wholly detached from our sense of the world. And being so remote and hard to reach, so apparently disentangled from the planet we know and experience, it is as if Antarctica is a parallel universe, which exists more as an idea than an actual place.
I went as an artist, commissioned to photograph, paint and record whatever I saw. And nothing I’ve ever seen can compare to the extremes of hard-edged beauty that Antarctica presented to me. I was unprepared for its purity ...
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