While living and working at a friends (Einar Mar and Christina's) home in Iceland, I collected planks and strips of drift wood that would wash up on the beach of Ljosa Cliffi in Hafnarfjourdur. The reconstructions would reflect the journey I imagined these pieces of wood to take along the volcanic coast line of Iceland.
This is from one of many spark drawings that I would create during the dark winter nights in Iceland. Using a grinder to strike sparks from remnant steel in the landscape, I would record the 5-6 minute composition with the camera's shutter open, registering a collective body of light.
The cloud anchored by the Harbor House, proportions for the HUM installation. Reykjavik Museum of Art. Iceland
Flat on my back and the Aurora. Kidafell, Iceland
Creased husks, and folded paper cup. Hafnarfjodur, Iceland
The chicken and the moon (lunar eclipse), Kjos, Iceland
I made my first string installation on Nantucket Island in an old grain silo at the school of design and art as the resident artist/ lecturer that summer.
Pregnant Ewe and the late summer sun. Kidafell, Iceland