We’ve been here two weeks so far, our second journey into Iceland. Only two weeks left and it doesn’t feel like enough. A week of museums and swimming and soaking and meeting people in Reykjavik, and now a week in a long blizzard in Siglufjordur. Anxious to get outside I made some photographs with some wings that have been in process for quite sometime. Seagull feathers collected in 1999 in Seattle and dyed and made into a sculpture…the sculpture existed for awhile and then I decided to take it apart…and carry it to Iceland…logical. Working on some things during the storm, we’ll see what happens as we move on tomorrow. The blizzard felt like I was in a fog loosing my direction here…but I did need to work on things. I just feel a little wilted if I can’t get outside everyday here and walk around. One evening I when out in the blowing snow and made a snow dome or caldron as we called it. We filled it with fire the next night and filmed it. I don’t know what it’s for or why, but that’s what I do here…I just follow a long with impulses, use whatever I can find.
“Our Patient Day’s Allotted Span” show at NEPO House, which was such a gratifying experience to bring some of the work began in Iceland to closure, to see friends, share my family’s work and share in the hospitality of NEPO House’s Little Treats series. Paul loved standing on the porch serving Icelandic waffles and glogg and egg nog to everyone who arrived.
No one asked me about the odd title…maybe my odd titles are just par for the course now. It’s something from the very beginning of the beginning. As I was writing the first grant proposal for this project in early 2011, trying to coax something concise from the jumble of ideas, I was reading my son my favorite book from my childhood, The Fairy Caravan by Beatrix Potter. And this one scene struck me in the gullet, a powerful monolog spoken by a Herdwick ewe named Belle Lingcropper, about the strength and tenacity of the sheep, as well as the transitory nature of our time here. She says
” What though the hailstorms sweep the fell in winter–through tempest, frost, or heat–we live our patient day’s allotted span.”
Both the wisp of legacy and transience, from the mouth of sheep (but of course Miss Potter really). For awhile I have been fixated and inspired how Beatrix Potter managed to craft a life for herself as a woman writer of her time, as well a attain a certain independence and ultimately to use her own earned money to become a major conservationist of land, of a way of life, and the Herdwick sheep breed. She used her patient day’s allotted span well, and I aim to do the same, somehow.
Anyhow, aside from my admiration for her ability to make a living as an artist, jumping over hurdles, I’m sure, I have never had to deal with — her ewe’s speech seemed to draw me to a place in my mind, not Britian, but to a fantasy of Iceland where things would play out, questions would be met with answers on the wind and stone, if only for a brief time.
But that brief time was wedged in the legacy of the maker, the creator, the individual who has crafted their life’s work from the the air, the land, the water and all that comes with it. My collaborators –my son, my husband — we went on that part of our journey together, a different but interrelated meaning for all of us. Something lasting for all of us, but the geologic text written on the small island of Iceland loomed in my mind as a different time table than our own brief human span.
And Potter’s imagining of the mind of her dear Herdwicks seemed to speak of a pride of one’s place in a long span of time, not just what we experience. I thought the working title would shed itself — and for a while I didn’t think of it all — but once this grouping of work was done, it still seemed to work.
You can also see some of my films from the project here: Films!
Here’s the entirety of little Belle the ewe’s speech. I was startled by the tenderness I felt for the Icelandic sheep we would encounter, their soft eyes and the intense soft warmness they seemed to radiate in the harsh rocky landscape. I always imagined them saying this…
Cool is the air above the craggy summit. Clear is the water of the mountain keld. Green grows the grass in droughty days beneath the brackens! What though the hailstorms sweep the fell in winter–through tempest, frost, or heat–we live our patient day’s allotted span.
Wild and free as when the stone-men told our puzzled early numbers; untamed as when the Norsemen named our grassings in their stride. Our little feet had ridged the slopes before the passing Romans. On through the fleeting centuries, when fresh blood came from Iceland, Spain, or Scotland–stubborn, unchanged, UNBEATEN–we have held the stony waste.
I’m so giddy to be showing some of my new Solstenen Project films with some of my favorite Seattle-based artsts/filmmakers during an evening presentation at Seattle’s gorgeous Jewelbox Theater!
“Latent Liminal Improbable Exuberance : Film night with,
Gala Bent, Jennifer Zwick, Britta Johnson, Mandy Greer, Scott Kolbo and Vis-a-Vis Society at Rendezvous Jewelbox Theater, January 9th, 2013, 7-10 pm
Something old, something new, something odd, something blue.
In-process, foundlings, archived, favorites and brand new films by an exuberant collection of artists:
Films will begin at 7pm and cycle throughout the evening until 10pm.
Drop in when you can. Delicious treats by the Rendezvous kitchen! FREE
‘Solstenen Project’ residencies were sponsored in part by grants from 4 Culture, Artist Trust and the Seattle Office of Arts and Cultural Affairs.