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.