There is a reason landscapes are used as narrative carriers for tragedy and loss.
They make us consider death and the miracle of life at once because of their sheer size and power. From a creative perspective, grand, desolate landscapes remind me of my own part in the majesty and magnitude of Nature.
It also makes me consider notions of the cycle; seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, centuries, millennia by tracking such time through ice, water and time. It is poignant how old these glaciers are and, by extension, how their lifelines stretch hundreds of years.
This time now, this second is a mere blip in the universe’s age. Still, instead of being overwhelmed, I use my painting practice to engage and revel in the fact that I am - we are- living and have borne witness to Nature in its great strength. Whether that be at the foot of the Mýrdalsjökull Glacier or at the base of a centenarian tree in an urban park.