Far Out means distance, disconnection, and displacement.
But it is also radical and dope. In my head, I can see a generic hippie, expressing his psychodelic rapture in such a naive way.
I decide on a simplified form, close to a journal. For some time now, I have been fascinated with Leiris for some time now. It's a hands-on story, simple and personal. Subjective in amplification. I write down my own experience. I went there with no other intention, than to witness and to photograph. I seek cold, peace, reflection, silence, longing – apart from the frost, I later experience none of this.
I have chosen the literal end of the world. A land of melting ice, apocalyptical vault in case of our extinction, extreme conditions and a getaway, which nobody asks any questions about. Virtual and potential end is – for myself and my praxis – a theme of significant importance, although I can't explain why. I recce this place of exodus. Observe it, before it's colonized once again – supposedly, as I heard there are plans to turn the derelict settlements into tourist destinations. So far, the land belongs to Norway and remains somewhat neutral, primarily of a scientific function. However, governments flex for influence over the archipelago, foreseeing its' importance in the future. It seems as if I'm registering the beginning of laying the foundations for the museum of mankind. Involving myself in a common fantasy of exploring the polar circle, I become an exhibit and part of the story myself. Taking part in a commercial cruise, I am personally having a hand in this market of sensations.
The bones will perfectly conserve in the arctic ice. And once it's thawed, they will dissolve in the never ending sun, right by the world's peak.
