It's been mentioned to me (not so subtly, no need for swearing) that I've not articulated wtf I'm doing in Iceland for two months. As I enter into the second half of my time here, it feels fitting to right that.
Last winter, I applied for an artist residency program at the Textílsetur íslands in Blönduos, northern Iceland. There are few residencies that support weaving and I'd been interested in the program for a long while. I thought I had applied for a month but was offered two. I took it as a sign. It's been one of those years, we all have them a few times in life I think, that is so cosmically and spiritually full of challenges and openings that the only possibility was to accept. Somehow the support to leave my day to day for two months came together and I was given the option to say yes.
My goals here are threefold; to grow my skills as a weaver, to pause and determine the direction I want to move forward with weaving and to take in the amazingness that is Iceland. My áfangi.