Where to start? Made it to Iceland for artist residency at the Textilsetur. Whirlwind trip. Rest still beckons.
My room appropriately features graduates from the 1960s when this center was still a women’s college.
The building is more than 100 years old. I am an untrained artist, but look forward to what can be created here when I finally – and I do mean finally – disconnect.
A fun meal was had with fellow artists. Home made pizza courtesy of one of the “interns.”
It’s almost 10:00pm and still daylight. Seals can be seen from a window in the nearby ocean.
What will I learn? What lies ahead?
How to turn off my brain? I haven’t had the privilege to spend this sort of time in a residency since 1995 when I was at Montalvo in Saratoga, CA (and then, for two and a half months.
A fellow artist agrees you need just a month just to settle down before you can finally work.
Setting up “studio” tomorrow. Making ties to my historical research and ancestral past via art. As is said, one day at a time on it all.