‘when diet is wrong, medicine is of no use; when diet is correct, medicine is of no need.’ AYURVEDIC PROVERB Being prudent is an artform. It is about a way of eating that is of benefit to most people most of the time. And followed routinely will result in being well. A long-term prudent [...]
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She crouched in the grasslands adjacent to the steep slope. A carpet of brown toned to soft reds against sharp blue. Trumpeting and snorting, a snake weaving. The din of horse hoof pounded the dirt. A woman among riders. I join the farmers and their Icelandic horses. Ergo, a Viking import, is pure, permitted so [...]
Something stirred in the matrix. The night’s vibrant guitar patterns filtered through the house of ill repute. Her voice a magnet. I stepped into the chill to walk. The late hour asked for a casting eye upon shed projects. Nightwalkers pinged each other to tell of a velvet sky, a theatre of stars. Her car [...]
Found. They were hidden. I stroll across the old mossy clad harbour, her chasms and clefts filled with Huldufólk. I hear thud of horse hoof, a carriage carcass. Cries of un-fathered babies spilt on the rocks. Starvation and struggle, fierce. I sit looking at the dividing line where said whales come to feast. A scent [...]
I see her in my dreams tapering into an oblique void of invisibility. An apparent nothingness, yet somewhat real. I feel her shapely figure, her depleted strength. Her tip had gone with disorientating speed. She lay wasted now, floating randomly, a shadow of her former self. I had witnessed tragedy. I saw an iceberg. I [...]
Each morning I talk to my tongue when I wake. She tells me her story. I see how the past shows up. How physical, emotional and environmental toxins display themselves overtly. She is shy, yet friendly and enjoys a good clean like any other part of the anatomy. I think about the land and how [...]
Rocks are forming part of my art practice here at the art residency in Skagaströnd, visually defining a feminine aesthetic. I see them, I walk on them, I feel into them. I draw them. I dance on them. I am one, because I am a mother. Walking to the studio, along the cliff edge or down [...]
‘The greatest weapon against stress is our ability to choose one thought over another’ WILLIAM JAMES Three weeks on and with great gratitude to Bindu, who I met on the trail, I now have a record of the Great Crossing through the southern highlands of Iceland (my camera became waterlogged on day two). In awe [...]
As the summer days darken, keep circling in breath and body...
Quite a delight to visit the newly renovated swimming baths in Reykjavik. Sundhöllin, is the oldest of the public baths in Iceland and a real treat. Taking a bath is to enter into a delicate, well considered, wholesome experience. So I found Sundhöllin, next to the Church, as it happens, to explore the ins and [...]