I am in Iceland again working for one month in a large studio at the edge of a fjord in an isolated town.
Walking every day, breathing deeply, taking in my surroundings, and marveling at the continuously changing sky and water and shore I take photographs and gather seaweed because it is in abundance and I go to the studio.
I shape the seaweed, predominantly kelp, and hang it to dry; make drawings and paintings of it or print it. I am also making paper with it.
I hang these things on the wall behind the table where I work and I look at it, consider it, and watch how it changes, or how I make changes with this material.
The seaweed texture seems to be an imprint of the ripples of the water and be the texture of the clouds. When dried, the once wet material forms into unusual shapes of translucent colors. It is amazing.