Marlaina Read – Artist. Topologies, dictionaries and indexes, the Arctic/True North, ritual and place marking.
February 3, 2014 § 3 Comments
I woke up with a piece of gold in my mouth. I could not prise my teeth apart. In the hut out back someone was washing clothes in the wooden tub – that was its purpose. Golden-mouthed I turned in bed legs searching for a cooler part.
Tagged: akureyri, fiction, ice, Iceland, loom, snow, travel, Writing
Wow. Gorgeous photos. The light in the third is particularly amazing.
Thank you so much. Where in iceland are you?
City Center, Reykjavik 🙂
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