Its ironic.. Now that i’ve graduated from art school and am officially a visual artist , with a BA degree lying in a drawer somewhere around here to prove it and all, one would think i’d be spending all my time, well, creating art, for instance..
However, the last 5 months or so i’ve been doing anything but. I’ve been selling a few prints, some drawings this summer.. but as for new projects, nothing. Its beginning to scare me..
Not that i haven’t been creating. Since i started advertising that i’m custom making and selling Icelandic wool sweaters, i’ve had enough orders to keep me knitting as a 9-5 job (only i tend to do it not during those hours, but just whenever im not doing anything else. Which is probably the same number of hours a week as a 9-5 job would be. Is knitting sweaters art? Hm. In a way.. seeing as i’m designing the patterns, making sure each one is unique and beautiful. i actually enjoy it quite a bit. I like the idea of these sweaters travelling off to far corners of the earth, keeping people that i’ll never meet warm and cozy.
However, I’m not happy about this lack of creativity in other areas. Obviously, the main reason for it is that i’m drowning in wool and have only so many hours per day – keeping in mind the upbringing of my two boys, who are now in the fifth and sixth grade, and the need for sleep – during which i can be creative.
Anyway. This has got to change. I can feel, whispering at me from my subconscious, a gathering of neglected ideas, wanting to come out. In order to force myself into action, i’ve made myself a challenge for the next two weeks. Everyday art. Create something each day, however small or seemingly inconsequential, that can be considered visual art. Preferably not out of wool.
Today’s project consisted of a few bits of my parent’s garden, photographed in a quickly constructed kitchen-table mini-studio, (some white paper, styrofoam, carboard, and (haha) sheeps wool actually)
I think these would actually look rather nice blown up to say 2 meters tall.. might do that sometime..
To be continued..
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One thing I’ve long since realized about myself is that I hate doing things the way other people do them. So, while it’s difficult to have one of the most popular tourist stops in Iceland to oneself, it IS possible to be the only one there awake. I realized this last year, when I arrived at Jökulsárlón around 3 in the morning, only to find it was cold, drizzly and somehow not nearly as spectacular as it usually is. (see previous blog post)
I decided to make another attempt now, and set out Tuesday evening (june 21) around 10 from Hafnarfjörður, arriving just after 4 in the morning at the lagoon. This time, I was rewarded with clear calm weather. Watching the sun come up over one of the most beautiful places in the northern hemisphere, with only the sound of birds and the occasional rumble of another glacier breaking apart disrupting the silence, was awesome , needless to say.
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Sometime last spring (spring 2008 that is), i decided, for some reason i no longer quite remember, to take some large branches i found in my parents yard and paint them white.. I figured they’d come in handy as props in some photos ; they did ultimately end up being the centerpiece in this photo here, taken in March 2009 :
Before reaching that conclusion , however, I lugged these “trees” around with me all last summer, propping them up in different locations (always at night), the farthest from my home being Jökulsárlón last August.
After driving all the way over there , timing my trip carefully so as to end up there in the middle of the night, i was somewhat devastated that it was raining when i arrived there at 3 in the morning. But, since my plan of having the place to myself had at least worked (the parking lot crowded with campers filled with sleeping tourists), i decided to wait out the rain, (sipping instant coffee with swissmiss and reading some stephen king novel by flashlight) Around 4:30 I donned rubber boots and lugged my trees down to the lagoon, carefully balancing them with large rocks in the freezing water. (seriously hoping nobody would wake up extra early and ask what on earth i was up to, probably would have appeared more than a little eccentric, which is of course the norm for me..) Anyway, after so much effort, i couldn’t help being a bit dissapointed at how unremarkable the lake itself was, with hardly any ice floating anywhere near the shore, which is unusual. You win some, you lose some, i guess. I’m heading out that way next week, heard its quite spectacular right now.
For all the physical effort put into this series, i was ultimately not all that happy with it. Put all the pictures aside and pretty much forgot about them. While browsing thru archives on one of my hard-drives today, I figured i might as well share them now. Enjoy.
view of Breiðdalur , on the way to Kleifarvatn
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In the last 3 months, i’ve composed at least 10 highly entertaining and informative blog posts, in my head.. Actually logging in and writing them has proven to be all the more challenging.
For now, i’m going to mention (on the off-chance that someone who actually follows my inactive blog is on their way to iceland before the end of summer) that there’s a new art gallery in downtown Reykjavík that people should by all means check out. It’s run by a group of young artists, displaying work for sale by around 30 or so visual artists, designers and photographers. (yes, i’m one of them) It’s called Gallery Crymogæa (named after a historic manuscript by one Arngrímur Jónsson dating from many centuries ago, the title of which is an old greek word for Iceland, if i have my facts straight). It’s located on Laugavegur 41a, and looks like this:
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Crymogæa art gallery
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Other peoples portraits aren’t really my “forte”… not that i don’t , occasionally, succeed in getting some decent portraits made.. Its just that i tend to get immensely stressed at the prospect of photographing people. I myself become extremely uncomfortable whenever someone points a camera in my direction (somewhat ironic considering my vast colletion of self-portraits.. but in turn it probably explains why most pictures of me ARE selfportraits). Anyway, i suppose i’m too sympathetic to the plight of those i point my camera at, and that somehow makes me uneasy about the fact that im putting people in this situation. Which is dumb, because in most cases i’ve actually been hired to do this…So they did ask for it. Anyway, i’m really selling myself as a portrait photog here, no doubt..
Anyway. While digging thru my archives the other day, i noticed quite a few portraits that i’ve taken, that i’ve never shared on flickr.. figured i’d gather a bunch of them together here, just for the hell of it . And also because after not updating this blog thing for 3 months, i figured i’d better make a BIG post :p
Daughter of a woman who graciously offered me a place to stay in barcelona last year..
Outtake from a drummer series i did in 2007..
Another outtake from the drummer series ..
miss reykjavík 2006. shot for a magazine..
Painter Hlaðgerður Íris, shot for a magazine..
sister of a girl i was hired to photograph, took some extra's of her while i was at it..
singer Kate Havnevik backstage
from a band photoshoot 2008..
confirmation photoshoot for the girl on the left, here with her sister..
politician, magazine shoot..
dubstep artists Mala and Sgt Pokes
Mala & Loefah in London..
icelandic band Dikta
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