My Wounded Island
|Language of origin
23 x 23 cm
My name is Imarvaluk. In Inuktitut, my native tongue, it means Song of the waves. I like my name but I no longer like the sea. I am wary of it since a bad spirit bewitched it. The sea has become a monster that slowly devours the tiny island of Sarishef where we’ve always lived…
In a few days, our house will be moved to the centre of the island. But sooner or later, we will have to leave when the evil creature swallows it whole.
Where will we go then?