White Lepiota

We are walking together,

the alder and the oak.

Carrying

a desert of lapwings

under our coats.

Back to the beginning,

back to the seabirds and foam.

The bull slides across the pitch ocean floor 

All the names are gone

White lepiota grows

our mossy hearts - the grind of planets -

songs of tallow and bone.

One foot in the water

- two far travelers -

Setting fires along the road.

- Marianne Dages, 2013

Iceland Part Sixteen

Iceland Part Fifteen

It's been raining here for the last two days and I've been holed up drawing. At night the rain turns icy and brushes the house in gusts. It made me dream that the house was under the ocean swaying between giant seaweed branches.  

Iceland: Part Fourteen

I'm starting to feel that the end of this residency is looming. Trying to keep simple days and take in the lighting and textures of the landscape, and though they don't figure in my pictures prominently, the people, I'm going to miss the people that have made me feel so welcome here. I'm also looking for the arctic fox...so arctic fox, if you're reading this, please come out and hi. Thank you.   :)

Iceland : Part Thirteen

Time is passing quickly here in Iceland. I wrote a post about the Jan Voss show here in Siglufjordur and it was posted on Printeresting, you can read it here. Also, while I'm here, I had a couple of letterpress prints in the .918 show at Samford University pictures of their reception are up here. They also made printed a catalogue, chock full of great print work. I also have a couple pieces at the Making IT exhibition at The University of the Arts, a juried exhibition of work by recent alumni. More exciting projects in the works. For now, eating, sleeping, drawing, walking, listening to podcasts and having a lovely time. 

Iceland: Part Twelve

Coffee in the morning. Drawing on the floor, making a dictionary of symbols. Quiet. Listening to raindrops at night. Hoping for snow again before I leave, the tops of the mountains are white, the clouds are lit up by the moon.

Iceland : Part Eleven

A storm came in today bringing cold wind and rain. Today I walked down by the water, looking at shells and rocks and twisted pieces of metal. Yesterday I walked up the mountains near a waterfall and watched the fog roll in,  listened to rocks falling, ravens murmuring.