I exceeded the time of uncertainty, swam upstream, or flew against the wind, and arrived. I arrived to ArtsIceland residency: http://www.kolsalt.is/artsiceland.html
Located in the Westfjords, in the capital of this area, Ísafjörður, is quite as remote place on Earth a person can go, so I went to the end of the world. And it is very beautiful here, I am living in a scene of magical realism. I create here a heterotopic space (a new term I just got familiar with from Foucault. I like it, maybe I should use it instead of dystopia). Here I don´t have to imagine how the far future could look like, after the humankind, as some sort of alternative being already exists here, with the scenery of the dramatic curtains of the fjords. The smallness of the importance of a human is constantly reminded here by the nature. We are floating seaweed. (Concept is rough yet, as the artwork)
Walking around here, exhausting the opportunities of local museums, shops, galleries and other sites, also reading the local authors and about the local myths, listening local bands and getting to know the local artists – this is my method of breathing in, or researching the essence of the site, as it appears to me in these two summer months.
