It has been so miserable out- rainy, dreary, still rainy. Don't get me wrong- I adore being here and honestly, it helps with sticking inside and working but it certainly makes getting out of bed challenging. Additionally, it makes going outside equally as challenging. I spent a long day frustrated by my technical capabilities and decided to take a break last night to grab some groceries but the stupid American made it to the store in time for it to close. So then I stopped at the 24 hour market, only to spend nearly $28 on coffee (I hated the stuff I bought on day one, time for a new bag), pasta and pesto. I was that desperate to not eat celery and peanut butter or muesli or eggs for dinner again.
A bunch of residents however did go out for ice cream after dinner for yet another stressful event of not knowing the order of how things are in Iceland. I come to find I am not the only one! So we learned that one must choose the type of ice cream they want- choose whether they want milk or cream ice cream- then choose the toppings you want in your ice cream (up to three) except they are hidden behind a counter so you can't quite see what they have and you end up asking "do you have ___? how about ___? The ice cream girl does not seem to like a lot of questions so you tend to then just agree with her ("You want nutella? You want nutella." I mean who argues with nutella anyway).
In the end, I got a cream vanilla with peanut butter, nutella, and "dime" chocolate (kinda crunchy bits) and its funny how one's perspective shifts because we all felt it wasn't a bad price at kr1000, which is about $9. No one said Iceland was cheap.
I report in on all of this because really it was the most exciting part of my day. I did spend most of the day in the studio filming and feeling immensely frustrated at my understanding of cameras and video editing. I *really* should probably take a class one of these days but since that won't happen before the end of this residency, I was schooled by google university most of the day with pleas going back to the US for insight (thanks Corbett).
I also had to improvise a bunch since I never found fabric on my travels the other day. One should note that I did not find cats either. So wanting a bit of old Dutch painting motif, I made a backdrop out of all my black clothes. See, wearing a lot of black has come in quite handy. I also didn't have a ton of light yesterday and used everything I had, including my computer screen, to create a bright enough image.
Finally, I did come out with something. I stayed up late editing last night and it did what it should have done however I'm feeling uncertain about the end result. So on deck for today is re-evaluating my approach to this project. Making art is hard. I did exactly what I set out to do yet it feels all a bit too obvious. Or more like that the wording is stronger than the imagery... we'll talk more about that later after I sort out what I really think about it.
Back to the grind...
(leaving you with an image from the kitchen the other day- when it was clear and beautiful. I'm eager to have a day like that again)