"My Antarctica II" is part of a series of original photographic constructions by Nicolas Hall. This offering is for an 8" x 10" fine art reproduction printed on 8.5" x 11" Epson Velvet Fine Art Paper.
This is print number 12 of 100

The image is reproduced using archival-quality pigment ink and is printed on a matte, acid free, 100% cotton rag paper coated with a protective spray that increases resistance to water, scratches and ultra-violet light.

The print is signed, dated and numbered on the back. It will be shipped to you in a resealable cellophane sleeve that you can use to store the image safely until you are ready to frame it.

Free First-Class shipping in the US.

This print is available in sizes from ACEO Art Card size up to 17" x 22" Convo us for pricing and details.

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About This Image:

This is one of the visual series from which my shop name comes from. It holds many personal "notes to self" in the details and the meaning.

The idea of our pasts being viewed as landscapes, as the topography and depth of our "place" in this world all combine to create who we are today.

The better we know our landscape, the better chance we have of successfully hosting others in our lives through our interpersonal relationships. If we refuse to explore that landscape and treat it as a place we would rather not know or be reminded of, we are lost. We can offer nothing to those we meet along the path.

I have always been drawn to the white landscapes of the deep Pennsylvania winters I grew up in. And I have always adored the idea of solitude as in a place like Antarctica.

These images, vast and timeless, are actually one of great comfort to me. The red wagon is symbolic of childhood, of course, but also a symbol of "vehicle" in which we might carry that weight. Or, in contrast, when we leave that world behind in the rush to grow up, we lose the means to carry ourselves forward due to the very nature of disconnecting from those places and experiences. From the landscapes we come from.

There is such beauty in it. So many treat it as a place to be avoided.
DIscarded.
Forgotten

Pieces of it remain though. Shadows and fragments.
Always just below the frozen surface.

Yes, this is truly a visual home. This is my internal landscape and, as Andrew Wyeth said:

“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.”

This is my Antarctica.

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"My Antarctica"

Sunday morning
New fallen snow
The sense of wonder
The silence of winter
The calm within
This landscape refreshed
Possibilities are visible
Like my breath escaping me
Curled into the atmosphere
And then, gone
A part of the lineage
A point on the time line
And I am nowhere
I am everywhere
I am alone

poem by nicolas hall 2010

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