The Neve is the immediate layer of a lengthy process, a process of layering of time, compression as a cycle. It has a start and a finish, but it also doesn’t, like an oscillation. The work is not linear in terms of the perception of time, the transcience of the moment is everpresent. The snow falls above and compresses down into the glacier pushing it forward once, but now the layers build from above and the underside melts and recedes. This work visually builds and recedes in its composition, the visibility comes and goes, you might know what is out there but it is not exactly discernable. It is not an enclosed format, the ambiguity of the composition parallels the process present in the glacier. The work is contingent of chance encounters - a complex network of chance encounters that happen at a particular moment, it is tough and fragile at the same time. If the circumstances are right, it could slip, it is ultimately precarious, like all moments. This politcal-poetic work is not necessarily about climate change, but it is indicative of a similar process that can be brought to awareness. As we open and close our eyes.
Photos from a Neve white-out (Fox Glacier, Aotearoa), cut in and out set to an ambient analogue sound scape and field recordings from the experience. Field recordings of water dripping (being collected from the melting icicles on the outside of the cabin for drinking water), the crackling radio on the wall (the only form of communication at this altitude), the gas burner boiling water, ice cracking and snow drifts coming away.
Poor weather and the eventual white-out left us stuck on the Neve for 3 days. The loss of orientation, the visual drop off and the intense cold and quiet. The space was reduced to small sounds and detail, the possibilities of the environment were unregulatable. You were forced into staying put.