Fragility, strength, and in-between spaces.
I see climate change not as something far away, but as something that shapes our homes, our food, our rhythms. The snow melts differently. The cold feels strange sometimes—too sharp, then suddenly gone. As a young Inuk artist, I use photography to capture what we know is changing, even when it’s hard to explain. Our art becomes our witness.
It records what we don’t want to lose. At the same time, creating helps us adapt. We turn these images into stories, tools, and connections. Climate adaptation isn’t just science or infrastructure—it’s cultural survival. It’s our ability to pass on ways of seeing, of preparing, of being together. For me, art is not just reflection—it’s resistance. It’s care. It’s proof that we are still here, still creating beauty and meaning in the face of it all.
