I honestly cannot believe it has been two weeks since I’ve arrived in Iceland. When I was planning my trip and applied for the residency, it felt as if one month was a long time to be gone. After seeing how quickly the time has flown, in hindsight, a month feels like a blip in time.
I didn’t know what to expect coming into this experience, and really am still figuring it out, but what I couldn’t prepare for was how vastly beautiful this country is in person. You see the images (see more on the @fluorescent.city Insta) but it still doesn’t fully portray how unbelievable every single degree you turn can be. And how the landscape changes when you travel. You can be walking on grass and between rolling hills and trees at one moment, the next driving through snow-covered mountains with glaciers off to your right and left. I’m excited to keep exploring this country for the next few weeks and see even more of the scenes.
Currently, the artist in residence are in the midst of planning our “Get Knotty” art show for the citizens of Blönduós for this coming weekend. I’ll post more on that later, but I am excited to get more involved in the community, as we are having a two-part exhibition. One being an interactive piece at the local swimming pool (where the entire community goes regularly — swimming in the geothermal pools is the haute thing to do all over Iceland); the second part being a gallery exhibition in the Textile Centre’s studio space.
More importantly I wanted to address in this post what I’ve experienced with taking a chance to slow down and breathe. Prior to arriving in Blönduós, I was running around like a crazy person — between wrapping up my corporate job, prepping for various art shows/events, trying to sell my belongings, and packing/storing my goods until I find an place to land in Chicago — I barely had time to sit down and think straight. And then I made it, I arrived in Blönduós…
I had no schedule. No where to be. No one who frankly cared where I was or what I was doing at any given moment. And a lot of quiet…
I ran around in Reykjavik for a day before Blönduós being a big ole' tourist (even had a hotdog and LIKED it!) and really just enjoying my freedom of being on vacation and actually having made it.
But what hit me like a ton of bricks was in Blönduós, probably on the second day or so. It was just…so quiet. I almost didn’t know what to do with myself. It’s like my mind went blank with all the silence and beauty. I took quiet a few walks that first week (chased the sun like a mad woman — see previous post — still do I guess, now I’m onto chasing the Aurora just as much).
I realized that I hadn’t planned on the quietness and the anxiety I was feeling. I couldn’t sit still to save my life. And then I was annoyed that I was annoyed. WHAT?! Seriously! I’m in this beautiful location and fabulous work space. This is what I wanted! Time to work on Fluorescent City, time to explore, time to focus on art. And my mind was all like — Oh, com’on, but doesn’t that mountain path over there look nice! When’s the next adventure? We should take a trip to explore more of Iceland — you are only here for a few weeks! You have plenty of time to work on those projects, plus you don’t even know what they are yet.
I think week-long vacations are wonderful for everyone but I really think vacations longer than that are more important. We don’t realize how precious time is. We run around being “busy” all the time, but don’t take moments to really self evaluate, grow and channel all the hygge. This experience is causing me to learn a lot about artistic myself: how I work, why I work in certain ways, how I can improve and how to be present. I’ve started (trying) to create more of a schedule for myself — sketching more, reading more, writing more and just playing with my art. I constantly feel as if there is a struggle between my practical/analytical brain and creative brain. They feel sometimes as if they are in a constant battle — plastic swords, spray guns, and all.
I tend to overthink things. A lot. And I tend to get frustrated with that overthinking, grr... but, I’m learning to start small and be ok with mistakes (that imperfect stitch is OK!) — throw out the bad ideas and keep the good ones. Honestly, I feel like quantity is so important in art and design (I know, not a new concept here), but it’s something I’m really working on. I don’t make enough. I think a lot and search for inspiration a lot, and yes, I’m usually busy, but I still feel like I don’t make as much as I should. So on that note, I’m going to end this post and uh — go make some things! A lot probably bad, but hopefully a few good things in there.
Thank you for taking time to join me on this adventure and actually reading this, if you’ve made it this far. The above images are a sneak peak into our world at the Textile Centre. Stay brite friends!