text and images britt-arnhild
I woke up a few minutes ago, after a vivid dream filled wth colours. Yes Merisi, white consists of all colours (thanks for your comment) , still my mind is craving for yellow, orange, red, green, blue, lilac and purple right now. The first thing on my mind when I woke up was a blue glass bowl with fresh yellow lemons picked from my Indian friend Sheri´s garden in Rome.
But here I am, in a tiny little guesthouse up north in Iceland, with an outside world completely covered in white. We slept with the window open, as we always do, until I woke up licking snowflakes from my nose....... (yes Julia, I MUST have had my fill now)
White continues to show beauty though.
A few miles before we reached our destination last night, we passed this sugar top.
I wanted to shout "stop" to Terje, and run out of the car to the nearest art supply store to buy pencil, paper, paintbox.......except the nearest art supply store is probably in Reykjavik.......
So instead I grabbed my small camera, starting to shot photos through the car´s front window.
Painting with light.
As we left the sugar top and continued our drive, my mind continued to paint.
This time with words.
I opened my notebook, I got out a pen......
.....and there, in the car, a new chapter in my novel was born. A part of the novel I have struggled with.
Painted out of white.
