In winter in the North, the moon becomes the sun, days are gentle and nights are deep.
When clouds touch the Earth,
when wind penetrates the skin and caresses the bones, when the air is brisk and sharp,
I start to understand and deeply believe that ‘home’ does not consist of walls and windows and does not cover the sky with a roof.
It belongs to nobody, it cannot also be ‘mine’, it does not have to be a hideout, but it can become a refuge.
The photos were taken by the artist in northern Iceland between 2016 and 2019.
