To the Light House by Virginia Wolf is one of the best book I have ever read. For some reasons that are still unknown to me, when I arrived to Iceland on Jan 1st 2015 a sadness caught me so deeply that it became more of a depressive state of mind. The only beautiful piece of literature that came up to my mind in those first days in North West Iceland, was the letter that Virginia Wolf wrote to her relatives and friends explaining clearly the motif that brought her to drown herself in the river near home, after loading her pockets with stones. A detail so important to the motivation of Wolf’s suicide: a rational determination to end a suffering status of intolerance.
This is the reason why I titled this post with Virginia Wolf famous novel: to the Light House.In fact, with some young women of the local artists residency, mostly coming from Northern countries, I did went to the light house of Kálfshamarsvík, near the community of Skagastrond in North West Iceland, in a windy and snowy dark morning.
I must say that I wanted desperately to come to Iceland; to the North of Iceland and in winter. Despite the weather. I knew that it wouldn’t be so easy to adjust myself to the darkness and to the wind. I am a very anxious person, but not really a depressive one. Remotness, or isolation because I should had living for a while in a community of less then 500 people hasn’t ever been the real problem. I can isolate myself anywhere I go. Besides, the community of Skagastrond is very well organized. There is everything you really need. Therefore, the sense of organization and the kindness of its inhabitants, gave me confiance. Not the wind gusts.
The feeling of depression rose suddenly when my mistakes, my loss, my frustrations of all my life popped out from my soul in a negative way with no advisory alarm.
The journey had to go on as planned. But Iceland is not that Nordic culture that I believed to be. People are quite outgoing and the land has an overwhelming nature who rapidly changes. A condition for having a good amount of flexibility in planning.
It is so that I finally had the opportunity to drive into the beautiful fjord of Akureyri, the second major town of Iceland with a population of 18.000 inhabitants. It is so that I met Haldor,a very friendly and intelligent young man, the son of my Icelandic friend Halldora who has been helping me throughout my dramatic emotional experiences in the North of Iceland. In akureyri I met Fikka, Fredrika, a very nice gentle geologist who invited me and my friends artist to a dinner at her partner’s house. A very tasty soup and some interesting info about the id Atlantic ridge and other geological subjects warning us about winter tourism towards the middle of the country where the wind blizzards and bad weather may cause problems to the tourists themselves and to the Icelandic rescue teams volunteers. It happens when tourists try to do everything in one day and see all the beauty with an ordinary, superficial attitude. The intollerable status of being a tourist. A blizzard caught us during our going back from Myvatn Lake, quite a nice area with geisers, thermal pools, falls, all what one turist needs to say back home that has actually visited this amazing land.