Inviting place into art making

Van Randall

This field school for Concordia students is meant to have a feel of an artist residency but it being a university course open to all educational levels we are tasked with reflecting upon the phenomenon of “artist as tourist”.

Prior to the trip to Iceland, we reflected together on what it means to be an artist in a time of environmental degradation and climate change by humans. Although tourism may provide an economic boost, it is often perspective which treats the natural world as backdrops for human experience rather inviting care and concern for the local cultures and ecological which make the place worth visiting in order to remain self-sustaining.

As artists who are working from a place-based lens, I found we take direction from the subject and materials of the place we work. For example, a place-based practice might look like, as we learned in the workshop on natural dying and spinning, making pigments from sustainably foraged plants or buying wool from the local farmer to spin. 

When foraging for plants we chose plants which are invasive such as the Alaskan Lupin here in Iceland and follow a 10% responsible foraging rule. Lupins brought a nice blue-green, Northern Dock = highlighter yellow and Rhubarb mustard yellow. All which we modified with iron and soda for different variations. See colors below.

In the final work for the IFS, I was thinking about how I could make a map which reflected the feeling of a place which would grow out of my experiences here. In my Geography course this past fall I learned about “story maps” and other alternative kinds of map-making often taken up by artists interested in the power of the map. I knew I wanted to make this map out of a spotted brown and white sheep wool, from Nova Scotia when I helped assist a farmer on shearing day.

While in Akureyri for an afternoon ( the most far northern city in Iceland), I found a book called: The Viking Discovery of North America by Anna Yates. It is a rigourous but non-academic style text whose subtitle I prefer: “The Story of Leifur Eiriksson and Vinland the Good”. I found another book, The Norse Atlantic Saga by Gwyn Jones, an older, heftier text, which I bought for the cool map illustrations, let’s be real. ( See below as part of art installation, in the dye shed.)

The former text inspired my final work here in Iceland and the ease of using the Felt Loom at the textile lab. The felt loom is a large diameter of 60 inches which is good news, since working the sample I found it is hard to keep the project small……. Once you pass the wool through several times the work has a tendency to grow and grow and suck up more and more wool. Thankfully earlier that day, I visited the wool washery in town, and asked what they were planning to do with the wool discarded on the floor which had already been washed. It was wool that had been felted and stuck on the rolls so its destiny was garbage! This additional bagful of brown wool made it possible for me to enjoy creative freedom with the size of the piece, balancing out the white and black Icelandic wool I had copious amounts of from a local sheep farmer and spinning instructor- extraordinaire, Johanna.

What started out as a modest half circle, grew into a giant Icelandic sheep horn! Another surprise was how well this shape wrapped around my body.

Textiles are beautiful as well as offering other potentials a soft, gentle and flexible and protective medium. An oil painting wouldn’t keep you warm in Iceland, unless you set fire to it and that’s only a temporary solution, not a sustainable one.

Final Exhibition Piece “In Search of Vinland” Vanessa Randall

The Aluminium Lady

There is a new legend in Blönduós: the Aluminium Lady. She emerges from the soil and can be seen in random places in the little town during the week following the Summer solstice. When her visit is done, she needs help to go back home… through the soil… until next time.

To connect

What I have always loved most about art making, is the ability to connect to others through the repetitive tasks where you share ideas, speak your frusterations and support one another through the making process. This experience allowed a group of sixteen people the chance to connect through practices new to most of us.

We were able to learn to spin fresh wool while soaking in the sun.

Some of us making butterflies of yarn using the skein winders, in preperation for our workshop on weaving with our teacher Ragga.

Natural dyeing with lupin flowers, dock leaves and rhubarb bark.

Microland

On June 2nd, I join a little road trip to Sauðárkrókur with Sabrina, Dale, Sylvie, and Emilie to return a rented car.

Since there are only two buses per day to bring us back to Blönduós, we took the opportunity to spend a couple of hours at the Black Beach while waiting for the next bus.

On the way, we saw a monument on the right side of the road and decided to stop. It was an observation point to look at the landscape, and beyond the sea.

In this picture, we look like a boy band who is about to drop a new album. In this picture taken by Sabrina, from left to right: Dale, me, Emilie, and Sylvie.

The wind was very intense and threatening our balance, way more than the doors of the Mont-Royal metro station (if you know, you know).

We also made a little detour when we saw these houses. These are the Glaumbær Farm & Museum. We spent half an hour enjoying the view of the Glaumbær Old Turf Farm. The first farmhouse on the hill at Glaumbær was built around 900 AD with turf, stones, and timber. The buildings have the same form as in the 18th and 19th century..

Back in the car, we drove for another 15 minutes and arrived at the Black Beach of Sauðárkrókur, black sand beyond the horizon.

I collected samples to examine them with my microscope for future photo and video projects.

Back to my bedroom, in the night that never comes, with a precious view on the water, I spent lovely hours looking at this black sand that reveals so many colors under the microscope.

Dear Blönduós and your magnificent lambs

In Blönduós, angels walk among us. 

On the 23rd of June, I went for a walk on the old side of town. Past the cemetery,  the road of beautiful houses and onto the hill. It was 11pm, golden hour at its finest when suddenly, a far away scream resonates in the air. 

The most adorable lamb comes running towards us. this tiny black and white, super curly haired baby jumps the fence to say hi. He was running around between my legs and the best part: he was ok with me picking it up. Cuddling with that baby for a couple of minutes will forever be a core memory for me.

Even though we got to hold and feed lambs at Johanna’s farm a couple of weeks before, it felt like this baby knew me, and came running towards me. 

I am now convinced that this lamb was a friend of mine from another life. And despite the fact that when we walked by on our way back he seemed to not care about us and he might never recognise me again, I will hold him in my heart for as long as I live. 

To summarize, 23rd of June 2024 was the day I fell in love with a baby lamb on top of a hill, in front of a sunset in Iceland.

Love,

Gabi

A hike to the seals

Coming to Iceland, I intended to explore aspects of Norse mythology and its many creatures, but what I had yet to expect was my proximity to creatures that these myths speak of. One I have been fascinated by is the selkie. Selkies can change form from seal to woman with the help of their seal coats. Many stories are told of their existence, where sailors fall in love, some stories speak of men taking their seal coats for ownership, some of partnerships, but ones I think most of are like that of my favourite film, Song of The Sea, where the selkie returns home to the sea.

During a hike, a group of students stumbled apon a cove of seals! So excited by the prospect of watching seals do what they do best, flop around and swim, we headed over the next day.

So we began our hike up the wobbly hills by the ocean.

Secluded black sand beach at the start of our hike.

The hills we passed on our climb.

Seashore enclosure where birds live within the crevises of rock.

Seashore meets sea stack.

And finally !

The seal cove, where we were lucky to see a seal pup.

Once we found them, we sat down and observed them, and quickly, they did the same. We spent a long time staring at each other, feeling the sea breeze and listening to the birds swooping overhead.

Inspired by Seals

I have always been very interested in folklore, and especially the tales of Selkies. Ever since I learned of Selkies, I have been very inspired by them. For those who haven’t heard of these magical creatures before, they come from celtic and norse folklore. A selkie is a half-woman half-seal, sort of like a mermaid except they transition from one to the other by putting on or taking off what is called a selkie coat. In some tales, they lose their coats or their coats are hidden from them by men who have fallen in love with their woman form. I enjoy the stories most where the selkies return to the sea in the end.

This month, I got the chance to see some seals myself for the very first time. I was immediately inspired to create the drawing attached below. The drawing is made from paper that was dyed with lupin, ink, stamps, embroidery thread, and beads. The embroidery thread represents the threads that make their coats, either setting them free or boxing them in. I used beads that mimic the colours I’ve seen around the ocean shores.

A Love Letter to the Pool

Dear Blönduós pool,


I am writing from you from House 35 and I thought that it was important to tell you how grateful I am to have met you. You see, we had already heard such good things about you from Kathleen, but I will admit that I was a little bit hesitant about spending time with you. However, thanks to your lovable, warm, and inviting nature, I fell for you instantly. I mean, who wouldn’t?! Just look at your fun slides!!

I would like to thank you for hosting all of us from Montréal, and welcoming us with open arms as we learned about Icelandic culture. You became a place for us to meet and interact with locals and visitors, and where we came together as a group to chat, drink coffee, relax, and unwind. I think that the reason behind the cool, calm, and collected nature of the Icelandic people is thanks to you. Having time away from devices to simply just be in company with others was really special, too. You always know exactly what we need by just being you.

I really appreciate the fact that everyone keeps you so clean by showering (sans bathing suit) first, cleaning up after themselves, and respecting you as a key figure in their daily lives. What would the people here do without you? What am I going to do without you??

Thank you for helping me appreciate the art of the cold plunge. Sure, I absolutely adored being in the small warm pool next to the 5 degree bath, but sometimes a little reset is necessary. When feeling too hot, uncomfortable, or even just right, a light shock to the system helps to return to a familiar place feeling different, refreshed and peaceful. I appreciate this lesson from you.

Dear pool, thank you for all you’ve given me. You have changed my view on (Icelandic) public pools. You’ve shown me the magic what is possible when everyone can be at ease with and accepting of their bodies, and the treasured human connections that are created when sharing little moments in the day with others.

I love you and will never forget you. I hope we meet again.

Love,
Catherine Faiello (aka. the Canadian with purple in her hair)

my blonduos birthday bash!

The title may have been a slight exaggeration, but what can I say, I LOVE alliteration. 

This year I got to spend my 21st birthday in breathtakingly beautiful Blonduos (whoops did it again… ) which was a dream come true!

Let’s roll through some highlights shall we:

  1. My mom made my magical moment more memorable, sharing the day with me made my milestone more meaningful
  2. Went on a wonderful waterside walk
  3. Dreamy day in the dye shed with Deborah
  4. Extravagant espresso martini in the evening
  5. Well wishes from warmhearted women

An amazing anniversary and all-around adored the adventures afforded to me.

Materiality and Transformation

Often times when I use art materials, I don’t always have a connection to them; where they came from, who made them, what they are made from. This month, we were so fortunate to experience the life cycle of wool; from the sheep, to washing and carding, to spinning, to dyeing, to weaving. I am so excited to see what my yarns turn into next, having witnessed each process myself. It is a very special thing to create such a deep connection to the materials you are working with. It gives them a personality, a life, a story. Just like my wools, I feel transformed by this experience.

Learning to Spin Wool
Results from the first time hand spinning
Buying wool and natural dyed yarn from Johana, the expert sheep farmer and hand-spinner
Preparing the lupin dye bath
My first hand-spinning dyed with lupin