Rite of passage

The 66° 33’ parallel technically marks the threshold to the arctic landscapes. As you pass the Arctic Circle, the perennial summer light is juxtaposed to the infinite winter night. The search for a women intersects with an unusual environment where the sunlight is almost completely absent, causing a sort of undefined sense of time. A soft and enveloping cocoon. The different times and spaces experienced lead to a suspended place, a white desert immersed in darkness, between snowstorms and unusual travelers.