The polar night, and its counterpart, the midnight sun, offer a definition of the arctic experience. And yet, why don’t the public spaces of the high north reflect these unique dualities and cycles?
Can a landscape offer what the current season can not: The warmth of light in the dead of winter? The calm of darkness during the constant assault of illumination during the midnight sun?
Can a landscape offer what the current season can not: The warmth of light in the dead of winter? The calm of darkness during the constant assault of illumination during the midnight sun?