Defined by a moment at sunrise or sunset, when the light wavers in such that a dog on the horizon could perhaps be the lurking shadow of a wolf. It is a time in which everything dissolves to shadow, and thus becoming something fragmented and untamed.
By grappling with the uncomfortable, the disquiet, the unknown, I lay gesture to an overwhelming need to overcome isolation within these rural spaces.
Through elaborate ploys and veils,smoke and mirrors, we distract ourselves from the darkness. Teetering on the edge of exposure, what we can not see, is sometimes inherently visible. It is liquid, solid, burning, combustible, hopeful matter, leaving me and finding you.
To The Harbormaster
Based on the poem by Frank O'Hara.
I wanted to be sure to reach you; though my ship was on the way it got caught in some moorings. I am always tying up and then deciding to depart. In storms and at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide around my fathomless arms, I am unable to understand the forms of my vanity or I am hard alee with my Polish rudder in my hand and the sun sinking. To you I offer my hull and the tattered cordage of my will. The terrible channels where the wind drives me against the brown lips of the reeds are not all behind me. Yet I trust the sanity of my vessel; and if it sinks it may well be in answer to the reasoning of the eternal voices, the waves which have kept me from reaching you.
Of Being Iceland
A month long Artist Residency in Siglufjördur, Iceland.