Art Gallery of Ontario

“My Dear Sheila, I should suggest a visit to the tundra, in winter, underground in a home of bone, under the sky of 1200 years distant, listening to seagulls overhead through the smoke-hole of home, children playing under oil light as winds crease the blurred moon. 1200 years distant, in such, as the world spins…away time. You my dear Sheila, live in an alien world, but for a dedication to the north, you will remember those times when life was so rich of walrus meat, and caribou hanging near the water bladder of beluga. Your life leans on a lamp post as the night enters electric dawn. As the doll in your palm, sings in distance that brings emotion of snow, of a time when you were older than now.”