The child that lives solely at home, becomes short of sight. -Icelandic proverb
The waterfalls, golden dry straw grass in black lava sand, the dark starry sky blotted out by the lights on the road, Vatnajökull glacier and its volcanoes somewhere out there in the east, mist and ice clouding over its top, the basalt column cliffs and alfhóls . I have to wait until morning to see it all. What a night it is, so faraway from U.S. Can I make it to Dyrholæy by sunrise? Its great here, just right now, here on the magma scarred land, the miracle out in the north Atlantic; this dark land tonight.
I used steel to represent Skógafoss, and all of the waterfalls. Steal lends itself well because it isn't any one color, like water. The brushed surface looks like moving water, cascading down. There's no volcano in Reykjavík that I could see, but when you're in Iceland, you know you're not far away from one. All of Iceland is a cooled magma formation, the sands made by the breaking of ice and movement of water and rain. Iceland, in a way is a volcano. And then the vertical, columnar basalt columns, and cliffs with steep sides the plunge into the ocean. Gold sands dot the pitch coal black landscape in the nighttime on the ring road going out away from the capital to the East. The stars aren't bright, I can't see them because all of the lights, but they are there nonetheless. The sky is a circle all around me, and the earth a scarred black upflowing out between a crack in the earth, bleeding out into the ocean. Iceland is kind of like a scar, or scab where two tectonic plates meet. Cooled blood magma.
Frame the whole thing; logwood and indigo died birch wood. Birch are the predominant tree in Iceland. In the nighttime there are shades of black on black on black, and gold straw grasses. Dark, with a few stars overhead. Paper, steel, wood, animal fibers, botanical-derived dyes, and glue.