Agusta Agustsson: Dreams of Ice and Fire

Beyond the Northern Lights, the light in my native Iceland is special. Colors are brighter. Even on an overcast day (of which there are many), the light caresses the landscape. The landscape is like nowhere else on earth. Volcanic cliffs march into the sea. Great gouges appear out of nowhere. Glaciers grind the rock beneath their massive weight. Strange shapes hide in the lava fields. Gouts of steam and boiling water spout from fissures in the earth. The land is painfully new.