from the series Fuglar, 2025

First visiting Iceland in 2017 brought me an unexpected shift in perspective.
The interplay of climate, geology, and topography subtly altered my perception of time.
Stones had always seemed ancient and unchanging to me - until realizing that some Icelandic
rocks are younger than I am. What had once been theoretical knowledge
about volcanic activity became a moment that brought abstract knowledge crashing into
physical experience. During my recent stay at the NES artist residency in the north of
the country, strange mounds appeared across the landscape, seemingly geological. Later,
it turned out they were biological: formed over decades as birds repeatedly returned to the
highest points to rest or watch, slowly shaping the land with layers of droppings.
Time capsules of avian presence, woven into the terrain.