It startet with a broken heart. I traveled Iceland for four weeks in 2017 with the intention to stitch it back together and to photograph along the way. I met C., an American filmmaker and G., an Icelandic Jack of all trades. G. taught me to scream at landscapes instead of only photographing them, while C. and I practiced common silence. Partly with or without them, I explored the West and South of Iceland, I sang loud and cried calmely, climbed lonely hills, got to love the smell of rotten eggs and just kept driving and driving. “Gluggaveður” is the Icelandic term for „window weather“. Conditions that are nice to look at, but challenging to be in. And that’s what this journey was like.
