Good Friday Rowan at Skriðuklaustur
May you walk into the Earth and come out with new hands.
Right. Humans smoke fire cigarettes. Trolls smoke ice cigarettes.
Should have known that, right? Right!
Troll rock, lighthouse and radio tower.
Hey, one is bound to work. (Thing is, you never know which one.)
No argument, for sure. Who wants a headless dog in a football game?
It never gets far.
The Jökullsá Enters the Atlantic
It’s not easy to leave Iceland. Usually you just wash up again on the beach!
Note that internally it is shaped like brain tissue, but externally it is shaped like a heart.
And the beach is eroded brain. You are just a thought here. It is very liberating!
Look, the place is nature, right? And that’s a painting genre and its cultural extensions, so you need white, to balance things.
White sheep to the left, white sheep to the right, and white hay up close. They all balance the white of the falls. It maintains visual interest and balance. What is a painting without that, eh!