"Grandmothersun" part of private collection. Old people of the North… Wise and naive, silent, meek and active. In general, changeable like children. Here is my Grandmother-Sun. When young she worked as a reindeer breeder on a state farm. She passed for a smart and skilful girl. She lived her life as if she was stringing glass beads on thin leather string. Life flew by like a swift-winged swan. Lo and behold! - she is an old woman already. She has never aimed at material values - and in fact she has never needed them. All the treasures she has ever had are still with her. She has had freedom and she could touch the skies with her hand; she has had the earth, she is gliding by so lightly as if she is carrying the wind. This earth is fruitless and deserted, so she did not need to struggle for it, she did not need to plough it and build houses and pave streets on it. It is all tundra, coast, and the sea - nothing but an endless way. And it is my Grandmother-Sun with her childish light that illuminates this way.