Thingvellir, Iceland. In the far distance you can see Skjaldbreiður, ("Broad Shield"), the prototype for all shield volcanos worldwide.
Standing in the main rift, Almannagja, which marks the eastern edge of the North American tectonic plate.
Three years ago, this past weekend, I was at Thingvellir, the great rift valley of Iceland. It was my 59th birthday, so I'll always remember the date. A lot happened that day that changed me. Even though we didn't witness an active volcanic eruption, we were surrounded by raw evidence of the earth being born in the not-too-distant geological past, and by a kind of beauty I had never before seen. Something happened that shook up my sense of time and solidity, and of my own identity within it. It took me a long time to understand why I felt so captivated by the strange forcefield that is Iceland, but one result was the reawakening of my own artistic creativity: not just because of wanting to express what I had seen and felt, but because I had a renewed sense of myself as an intrinsic part of the creation that is always happening, a link in the human chain of becoming, creating, and passing away that mirrors events in nature.
Three years later, I've got an unfinished but fairly extensive book manuscript, a lot of directly-related artwork, and seem to be back on a track of sustained drawing and painting. I'd hoped to go back to Iceland again by now (and we will, eventually, who knew we'd go twice to Mexico instead?) but, more importantly, it has become for me a kind of spiritual island, an Avalon in the middle of the far northern ocean, both real and mythic. I visit it in my thoughts, and feel sustained and encouraged by what I discovered there.
Lake Þingvallavatn. Charcoal on prepared paper, 30" x 22".
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Posted by: Beth | September 22, 2014 at 04:09 PM
this made me burst into tears.
T.
Posted by: Teresa | September 22, 2014 at 04:26 PM
Thank you for telling me, Teresa. I'm touched that you were touched.
Posted by: Beth | September 22, 2014 at 05:03 PM
Iceland leaves its touch on visitors. I also felt the power of standing at the rift, and understood why it was a sacred meeting place. I remember the nervousness of straddling the movable joints at the power plant, where tectonic plates continually moved apart. I have been watching the news every day, hoping the people of Iceland stay safe.
Posted by: Jan | September 22, 2014 at 05:38 PM
I flew to Iceland and saw some of it from the air, but I only experienced the airport. The shield volcano looks a lot like the huge shield volcanoes here, Mauna Loa and Mauna Kea.
Posted by: Hattie | September 22, 2014 at 05:52 PM
Someday we need to organize a blogger meet-up in Iceland. I know some knitters and spinners who would be especially keen...
Posted by: Dave | September 22, 2014 at 08:15 PM
I love the warm and happy faces of you and Jonathan brightening the severity and austerity of that landscape and that great drawing of yours below.
Posted by: Natalie | September 23, 2014 at 05:27 PM
Transporting! I wonder if, growing up in the part of NY that you did, you developed an appreciation for a particular sere, dramatic, rocky beauty, all blue and grey and lichen- s well as the riotous colours of Mexico, an entirely different world.
Posted by: Duchesse | September 23, 2014 at 07:21 PM