My son captured the photograph that inspired this soft pastel painting when visiting Icelandic hot springs during the dying embers of the day, one late October. He was so drawn to the almost ephemeral movement of the air and mists; the moodiness, the timelessness, the otherworldliness of this magical place, he didn’t want to leave. My aim here was to imbue this artwork with a sense of that longing and fascination - together with the mystical beauty of an ever-changing landscape forged by Ljós à jörðu - light on earth.
My son captured the photograph that inspired this soft pastel painting when visiting Icelandic hot springs during the dying embers of the day, one late October. He was so drawn to the almost ephemeral movement of the air and mists; the moodiness, the timelessness, the otherworldliness of this magical place, he didn’t want to leave. My aim here was to imbue this artwork with a sense of that longing and fascination - together with the mystical beauty of an ever-changing landscape forged by Ljós à jörðu - light on earth.
