Today, along with the other 18 people participating in the Outer Island English Retreat here on Fugloy, I walked over to more-or-less the other side of the island, to the village of Hattarvik. The road between Kirkja and Hattarvik winds up, up, up, and then over a ridge and then down, down, down again. The elevation change means increasing amounts of fog and a constant stream of epic views.
And, of course, sheep.
Despite the scenery and beauty and all, I spent a large part of the walk wondering what I am doing here. When I am in my right mind, I am pretty sure that I am just soaking everything in, and making a few drawings, and eventually this will all turn into “real” art. Sometimes, though, it feels like I am just wondering around on some islands, hiding out from reality. Then, in a little village on a little island pretty much on the edge of the world, I walk into a church and see the most unexpected sight:
This might be the most contemporary, post-modern, delightfully abstract take on a church altarpiece I have ever come across. And it is not in some large North American or European city, but in the middle of nowhere. And on top of that, the images are etchings, printed and mounted on boards.
Somehow, the sight of these 14 pieces reassured me that I will make more work, even though it probably won’t really happen until I get back to New Grounds.