Artifacts of imagination

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Dear Artist,

This week, my twin, James, and I are following a narrow, shoulderless ribbon of pavement around the perimeter of Iceland. The never-setting June sun follows us up and down the moors and along the cliff edges, then disappears behind rain-heavy clouds. It winks through melting iceberg chunks, washed up casually like an emptied sack of uncut gems on the black velvet of a volcanic beach. The sun rainbows through gushing geothermal geysers and a thousand waterfalls, and sparkles on the eyelashes of shaggy-maned foals, their spindle legs just stiff enough to keep them upright. Their 100 coat colour names, including skewbald, dun, palomino, silver dapple, splash and roan, reveal their infinite variation.

From Þingvellir II, 1905 Olíumálverk/Oil by Þórarinn B. Þorláksson (1867-1924)

From Þingvellir II, 1905
Olíumálverk/Oil
by Þórarinn B. Þorláksson (1867-1924)

There are week-old lambs; and the promise of Arctic foxes, ptarmigan, puffins, and beneath the whitecaps, the narwhals, their tusks sold in the Middle Ages as unicorn horns, for stashing in European coffers. Along with the little red, turf-roofed hay barns, the foals and lambs and their nearby parents dot the green-gold moorlands in a kind of impossible, pastoral timelessness. Meanwhile, Iceland’s 345,000 citizens, nestled in this ecological perfection, strive forward as leaders in universal healthcare and tertiary education, democracy, gender equality, human development, renewable energy, and peace.

While geologically, Iceland is a mutable place – it’s still shifting its plates, intermittently erupting with lava, and simmering and belching beneath its windswept crust like a moody teenager, Icelanders agree that its cultural identity is anchored by a literary history and the enduring medieval sagas of its folklore. Halldór Guðmundsson, in his anthology Land of Stories, suggests that storytelling is Iceland’s most important cultural tradition, and that its books are as strong a legacy as any precious artifact or monument. As a country, Iceland is low in castles, for example. It is high in literacy.

Hekla úr Laugardal / Mt.Hekla from Laugardalur,1922 Olíumálverk/Oil 96.5 x 128 cm by Þórarinn B. Þorláksson

Hekla úr Laugardal / Mt.Hekla from Laugardalur, 1922
Olíumálverk/Oil
96.5 x 128 cm
by Þórarinn B. Þorláksson

Here, the stories attach themselves with vigor; every sparkling stream bend, lonely islet, glacial moraine or lichen-covered, house-sized boulder tumbled from the highlands, it seems, recalls a Norse god, or Viking, or member of the world’s oldest and longest running parliament, committing some action that would shape the country’s journey. It helps that the falls are still falls and not hydroelectric plants – we can stand in the mist-soaked glade where the saga unfolded. Paradise has not yet been paved. Perhaps holding onto stories – these artifacts of imagination – in lieu of polishing antiquities or systems – has been the secret to Iceland’s adaptability, allowing the generations to pack light and move in the direction of survival – in fishing, in climate, in purpose. Tonight, we sleep tucked in the crook of a remote polar fjord at the mouth of the Greenland Sea, having passed through what was once one of the largest herring fisheries on the planet – until the herring – “the silver of the sea” – disappeared. Today, the silver is us – along with the resident eider ducks, whose down is hand-gathered from their nests here to make the world’s warmest, lightest and most ethical duvets. Iceland’s new silver is us. In exchange, it offers a chance to take a page from its imagination.

Foss / Waterfall, 1909 Olíumálverk/Oil 26 x 39.5 cm by Þórarinn B. Þorláksson

Foss / Waterfall, 1909
Olíumálverk/Oil
26 x 39.5 cm
by Þórarinn B. Þorláksson

Sincerely,

Sara

PS: “And when the spring breezes blow up the valley; when the spring sun shines on last year’s withered grass on the river banks; and on the lake; and on the lake’s two white swans; and coaxes the new grass out of the spongy soil in the marshes – who could believe on such a day that this peaceful, grassy valley brooded over the story of our past; and over its spectres?” (Halldór Laxness, from his novel Independent People, 1934)

Esoterica: In the nearby glacial Ásbyrgi Canyon, Norse mythology tells the story of Odin, slayer of ice-giants, father of Thor, and protector of heroes, who rode an eight-legged steed named Sleipnir. As they were galloping across the cosmos, Sleipnir stepped down briefly on the tip of a sea-cliff, forming the canyon with his hoof print. There’s even a little island-shaped cliff in the center, left by the triangular frog in the middle of Sleipnir’s hoof. Under the dome of the near-dusk, we are as cozy as an Arctic fox in her den, small but here, our significance scaled to the vastness of this wonder, and this moment to participate in its exhilarating solitude.

Þingvellir, 1900 Olíumálverk/Oil 57.5 x 81.5 cm by Þórarinn B. Þorláksson

Þingvellir, 1900
Olíumálverk/Oil
57.5 x 81.5 cm
by Þórarinn B. Þorláksson

“They say that across the seas and around
Odin rode at a sprint.
His steed Sleipnir, leaping sunward-bound,
With his hoof pushed off from the ground,
Upon the cliff leaving a dint.
Ásbyrgi  was the imprint.”

(Einar Benediktsson, from his poem Summer Morning in Ásbyrgi, 1893)

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“Myths are the stories of gods” (Jan de Vries)


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18 Comments

  1. Barry P Salaberry on

    Thanks, Sara. I am so grateful that today your paintbrush was full of such illuminating words. Barry

  2. Thanks for this beautifully written, strong and encouraging message Sara. Makes me want to travel outwards and inwards at the same time.
    Peace and love, Ed

  3. An ode to Iceland, mother earth, and her inhabitants … who demonstrate that we can be wise, respectful, and ingenious citizens. Thank you for the shower of hope in dreary times.

  4. Ah, Iceland! I see giants in repose in the hills, mountains and glaciers there! No wonder the stories about ice giants, fire giants, and elves! Icwland, home of myth and legend.

  5. Sara, you paint a beautiful story from this Iceland experience…and your colourful words are the silver lining of my day. Thank you. Enjoy your time away-sounds amazing!

  6. Thank you Sara–so beautiful and soulful. I’ve been fascinated by Iceland ever since I wrote about it for my geography term paper in fifth grade, and this only deepens my desire to experience it first hand. May your travels be safe and full of wonder.

  7. Sara, your words astound me. The imagery is so clear. And sounds, smells, energy. Enjoy every minute. Thanks for sharing with all of us. ❤️

  8. I loved the descriptions of the ponies. I have made several paintings of these small, hairy ponies. Larger than the Shetland variety, and as cantankerous, seldom sleek, but beautiful none the less. They come in so many colors. I tried to post one here, but it doesn’t allow for pictures. Enjoy the trip. It is a beautiful country.
    PS. I inserted the webpage with the ponies below.

  9. For those of us that have made the trip, travelled the perimeter road, spent the night in a B&B, eaten the food, and now enjoy the stories of others about Island I have to say yours was the best. Your tale instantly brought me back to those moments. Thank you,

  10. For those of us that have made the trip, travelled the perimeter road, spent the night in a B&B, eaten the food, and now enjoy the stories of others about Island I have to say yours was the best. Your tale instantly brought me back to those moments. Thank you,

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