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Artist Statement—Northerners have special names for the mucky weather of spring. In Alaska, we call this time of the year Break Up. Snow from the mountains begins to melt and dirt roads become creeks—ice rots and mud rules. The change is so slow that we all grow impatient wanting the light, the sun, the dry land. I love this season. Everyone’s yard looks like a junkyard. There is no snow or leaves to hide your business. You spend your days adding and subtracting layers of clothing, and the sunlight just keeps coming. It is a restless naked season I think.
“Oh, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth.” ― Roman Payne
I would like to advocate for a bigger celebration of spring. Yes, there are religious holidays, March Madness, and National Quilting Day but none of these events truly celebrate the magic of—that’s daylight coming at you— spring. I’m talking about a warm sun that you can actually feel on your face! 12 hours of daylight and counting! Two layers not three! I want a hootenanny to celebrate that. Perhaps it is because I live in Alaska that I am desperate for a full fledged announcement that winter is moving along—“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out”. I have visions of Granny Clampett standing in her doorway with a loaded shotgun, “Get on home and don't you come back until next year.” Winter in Alaska is often a guest who stays too long. |