Self portrait
Site specific installation
Plaster, dead wooden branches, screws, digital tvs with sound
January 2026
Iceland
There was a time when everything was arid.
And I thought this was life.
I was damaged.
I was lost.
And I didn’t know.
How do you repair something that is damaged?
How do you restore something that is lost?
While walking on unstable grounds
We met.
A branch for the rough lava we encountered barefoot in a cold winter.
A branch for the freezing drops of the watery giant.
A branch for the roads that didn’t want to be travelled.
A branch for the hidden cracks that scared us.
A branch for the wise and whispering mountains.
A branch for the wriggling worms in humid wetlands.
A branch for the horses who didn’t want to be stroked.
A branch for the birds who desperately needed food.
A branch for the trees with different shapes and scents.
A branch for the bones coming from the immensity of the sea.
A branch for who decided to stay.
A branch for who decided to go.
We met unexpected and living bodies.
And we figured out we are bodies too.
We repaired the harm.
We restored the loss.
We remembered what it means to co-exist.
To be in this complexity.
And we were grateful.
A tribute to all the bodies who tirelessly fight against the dryness of our times.
This is Where we meet.