My fear was that I might never see an iceberg in my time. Friends in Newfoundland report how much smaller and how far between these magnificent wonders are of late. To paint with a group of fellow artists was my opportunity to document what was left. The shock wasn't immediate. I had never been to the Arctic but it didn't take long to realize that something was wrong. As I drew and painted this magnificent landscape I began to notice the DRY GLACIERS - rivers of sand.