As an Icelander I have the fire and ice, the contrasts, the spiritual mistery and magic of my homeland bread into my genes. A homeland that contains everything from, hot springs of happines, to open landskapes of silence,
where only the wind and the birds makes soft music. Creeks chattering away whith their endless story of the past, about what they have seen on their long jurney from the core of the earth,
then turning into noisy rivers and roaring waterfalls. Tempramental mountains who spyts fire, brimstone and poisen gasses, destroying everything on their path.....just to give birth...more