Farmers | Bændur

September 18, 2014 § Leave a comment

The autumnal country of Skagastrond in Iceland and the young women who live there.

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All the lights which can be seen at the same time

August 6, 2013 § Leave a comment

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The shape of mountains. The weight of mountains. Stand at the base, the summit, the precipice. See how the clouds bend around the mountains? See how the light falls through and down, cascading like water. So many aspects seen at once. How everything changes.

LIGHT ET EXHIBITION

July 30, 2013 § 5 Comments

So excited to be presenting my first light sculpture at Kings ARI in Melbourne opening Friday, 30 August. My work is inspired by the glory of Spákonufell, the prophetess mountain of Þordis, in Skagaströnd, Iceland.

In Iceland, the words and sayings of sagas and hidden folk, Christianity and the old gods are somewhat arcane and indistinct and run as an undercurrent—mirrored in opposite by the constant visible presence of this mountain.

The unique outline of this looming rock, holding at bay a potent mystical/religious power casts a strange energy over people who live and stay in Skagaströnd. There is no place in town that it cannot be seen. And it changes size and colour in the shifting light. What is hidden and what is known and how these things can change, depending where you are.

The northern end

July 5, 2013 § Leave a comment

Aspects of my end of town in Skagastrond, Iceland. Some 35mm film shots and test scans.

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New sculpture/installation work. A place prepared for sleep.

May 31, 2013 § Leave a comment

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A place prepared for sleep / Staður undirbúin fyrir svefn. Found wood and iron, Icelandic wool. Skagastrond May 2013.

For the last opið hús at NES, Yogan made a sculpture from found materials he called Logn (calm). Two strings held a leaning shelf at an angle. As a response I made a sculpture of found wood, stacked, with light, and a string / cradle stretching from mine to his. A few days later we wanted to preserve the strings. I had thought about the mountain, but I had a dream about a place I had slept up on the cliffs behind our houses. I imagined the strings over that space, overlooking the sea.

So, we walked my string sculpture from the studio to the cliffs. We installed it over the space where I slept. The strings extend seven metres or so, and if you lie underneath they move and coalesce in the wind, and the strings look like how the waves sound. Meditative. Making liminal spaces habitable may generate new ideas of collectivity.

The piece is part of a public work / sculpture exhibition in Iceland – Summer We Go Public.

Thank you to Yogan Muller for inspiration. More images at www.marlainaread.com. Last image by Melody Woodnutt.

Painting number 1

April 22, 2013 § 1 Comment

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Spákonufell, Prophetess Mountain of Þordis # 1
Ink finger-painting on Hahnemühle paper, 78 x 106cm, 2013

This is the first painting in a series I am doing inspired by this mountain. When I wake up it is the first thing I look at. If the colour or light or cloud formation strikes me, I get on my coat and pants and trundle out to photograph.

I dont ever paint. My ‘form’ is such that i am not confident with a brush, how they operate, how to make things not just look like basic line work. So I used ink, black and white, and used my fingers and hand to craft the image. There is something quite instinctual in me to use hands. I often eat with my hands too. I also find it odd to use a pen or pencil.

The next one is a blue image of the mountain cloaked in a halo of cloud. Chris and Mel brought back some fur and leather from their out of town trip today, and they gave me a small piece of blue. It looks like a sky.

I have also asked another artist from Nes, Katelyn Clark, who was here last month, to work on an installation piece of soundscape and film. She has a doctorate in musicology and when she was here she played this amazing improvised piece in the local church on her custom made organetto – an instrument from the 12th century i think. The sounds were so perfect, long, calling like ship horns. I have some ideas for metronomes.

Plus my boat and trek up the mountain with said boat will be in a public program and catalogue ‘Summer we go public’ here in Iceland. I am all over doing some proposals for back home too, and Electrofringe….

Spákonufell – Prophetess Mountain of Þordis

April 4, 2013 § Leave a comment

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This is the mountain over Skagastrond. It changes colour. I like when it is pink in the sunset. And Neon in the edge of twilight and cold slate just before dawn.

I am making paintings of this with ink and my fingertips. I have been sick the last few days and sleeping a lot. I hope to get over that soon.

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