This post is dedicated to a film that I hold dear for numerous reasons some of you might know why and for those that don’t examine the page that links out below and see if you can find the answer. Can’t offer a prize but if you figure it out, well done!

The picture though really tells the story though and while playing the game last night I was reminded of the film ‘Moon’ which some of you might know.

I like many of us have moments of indecision, doubt and perhaps don’t always appreciate what I have done or have been fortunate enough to have done so far in this life.

Yet moments like these remind of good times past and present.

Was the tone of that post a little maudlin?!

I’m not sure if I write too little or just enough…also it being me, you’ll have to bear with me and my technical issues at times!

Skagaströnd, Iceland

Depending on which literature or website you happen to be reading Skagaströnd has a population of 530…plus presumably the artists who come to stay on the residency. The town is in the northwestern part of the country and has one each of the shops and services that you might need which is fine after all I didn’t come for the shopping!

For the film buff who might have seen ‘Cold Fever’ and remembers the intrepid protagonist stopping at a bar seemingly populated by cowboys, I’m in that town. The bar still exists and I’ve already had a few beers in there.

The name of the bar is Kántrýbær and is the hometown of Hallbjörn Hjartarson who has promoted Country music in Iceland for decades through his radio station.

The bar really deserves its own seperate post and I will no doubt elaborate at some point.

The days are still long with it not getting really dark at night and the sun sets at 1030pm.

I keep my eyes wide open and am still surprised by the changing light throughout the day.

Its cool, bright and dry but the thing that is cold is the wind and at those times I realize why the Impressionists wouldn’t have come here. I can imagine a landscape painter wanting to paint the landscape en plein air only to either lose their canvas into the sea or watch it tumbling across the landscape. I’m not a landscape artist but even I find myself entertaining thoughts of drawing or painting the landscape…you never know.

6th August 2011, Clear Sky, 13°, Average wind speed 10-15 mph

I’m not quite sure what the content here will be yet. Part diary? Observations? Random musings? Maybe all this and more but hopefully interesting to somebody.

Ideally it would be daily and the pictures that accompany the dates but since I didn’t manage to start on the 1st of the month, I’ll keep it looser.

The following is copied from a translation of a Laxness novel:


The only extra consonant in Icelandic used in this translation is ð (Ð), the so called “crossed d” or “eth”, which is pronounced like the voiced the in breathe.

Rather than explain the other letters straight away I’ll post other examples when I feel like it.


Its one of the first letters I really noticed as different and appealed aesthetically and made me curious about its pronounciation.

It was one of the first things I noticed had been omitted by the publishers on the cover of the latest novel in translation of Arnaldur Indriðason. You’d think after publishing his books previously that they’d at least spell his name right on the cover!

I am trying to observe that attention to detail now when I see Icelandic names and words and trying to learn the correct pronounciations…

65° 49′ 47″ North

I have returned to Iceland for the second time this year and after a brief spell in the city made my way north on a bus that was old and hot and is most definitely not on the bus company’s website. The bus was so poorly looking that at one pit stop one passenger got on a brand new shiny coach, our driver had to go get her otherwise she was heading back from where we’d come.

My previous trip had been during the end of winter when snow still fell pretty steadily and the days were tinged with blue light broken by flashes of colour when the sun would peek out. I had thought perhaps I liked winter more than summer but the 4 hour drive north through spectacular lush green countryside flanked by mountains has changed my opinion.

So where am I?

I am in Skagaströnd staying as part of the NES Artist Residency there.