Land of fire and ice (but mostly ice) 

Like many people, I first got to know Iceland through its musicians - from Björk and Sigur Rós, to Asgeír and Of Monsters and Men. Of all the Icelandic music that's graced my ears, some of my favourite tracks are from Beneath the Skin, Of Monsters and Men's second album. Both the lyrics and the instrumentals resonate with what I felt throughout most of the trip as we made our way across formidable landscapes in the fading winter light, always slipping away.

"The wind blows loudest when you've got your eyes closed." 

We landed at 6am (the sun doesn't rise until 11am), rented a car and drove for three hours in the middle of a blizzard, as Ezzie and I drifted in and out of sleep. At one point, we found ourselves in the middle of a complete whiteout. I thought I was dreaming. 

It was still dark when we arrived at the farm where we were staying. As someone who loves natural light, I expected the long nighttime hours to have a negative effect on my mood, but I couldn't have been more wrong. The darkness felt like a blanket, keeping me safe, and I missed it when we got back to Toronto.

"The strange silence surrounding me grows closer, feels colder."

"Breathe in, breathe out. Let the human in." 

 
 

ONE MORE STORY...

We had the pleasure of seeing Yoko Ono's latest exhibit at the Reykjavík Art Museum: "YOKO ONO: ONE MORE STORY...aims to reveal the basic elements that define Yoko Ono's extensive and diverse artistic career - a voyage through the notion of art itself, with a strong social and political engagement." Here are some highlights:

WATER EVENTS "Suppose that this great Earth were totally covered with ocean and a blind turtle lived on the ocean bed, surfacing just once every hundred years. A wooden ring floats on the vast ocean, blown here and there by the wind. What are the chances of the turtle surfacing at just the right time and in just the right place to be able to put its head through the ring? The chances of gaining the rare state of freedom are just as improbable."

WATER EVENTS

"Suppose that this great Earth were totally covered with ocean and a blind turtle lived on the ocean bed, surfacing just once every hundred years. A wooden ring floats on the vast ocean, blown here and there by the wind. What are the chances of the turtle surfacing at just the right time and in just the right place to be able to put its head through the ring? The chances of gaining the rare state of freedom are just as improbable."

 
 

Little Sis