Iceland is a scene of planetary violence. Everywhere are signs of recurring cataclysm wrought by tectonic tremblings, hewing torrents, disgorged fire, grinding rivers of ice. There is steam; cratered desolation; grotesque, smoldering lava; fields of fractured rock; deep, slow glacial thunder. Devoid of trees, Iceland is majestically lean and severe, its naked sinewy contours brazenly unprettied. It is elemental. It is a place to contemplate.
It is a place to photograph. The urge to image what strongly stirs is also elemental and strong. Recording this epic landscape was, it seemed, not an option but a task imposed by the subject itself. As numinous dreams surge from the darkness of sleep so, in the presence of what inspires, beautiful, lucid images emerge from the boundless chaos of perception with a like necessity. Art imitates nature.
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