The first time I arrived in Iceland I felt uneasy. Not sure what to expect. As a kid and a young adult I’ve always been intrigued by the northern countries, especially Iceland. I was 14 years old when I heard Sigur Rós for the first time and it felt like home. Their music unlocked my soul, and they have been very important ever since.
While exploring life it can be a lonely road. Luckily, nowadays, things are changing and people are able to find the confidence to talk about their experiences more freely. I appreciate that, it means you’re not alone. I love to think about ‘life’, I am eager to find my ‘roots’. I need inspiration in order to grow, personally & spiritually.
So Iceland, it was the first time I’d ever felt accepted, in a way that loneliness is ‘okay’. All these years, all these feelings I had towards Iceland, were real. And so I was able to accept the solitude I’d felt for a very long time. The places I’ve visited were places I’ve seen before, my soul had seen them before. I am no good with words, and that’s a good thing. Because some experiences are best without them. It just is.
I visited Iceland three times, together with my dear friend Frederique Peckelsen (who is also a keen photographer and storyteller). We both roamed the lands above and we haven’t finished yet.