“What I love about Iceland is that the only people we admire are poets.”

The final paragraph is Brilliant and re-awakens the goal to visit/create music/art in Iceland.

Great dive into artistry here.

This highlight brings to mind the indie film, (untitled):

A few months after quitting the advertising job, he was invited to be in the Reykjavík Art Festival, a series of art events held in different parts of the country. His contribution was “The Great Unrest,” a monthlong performance in an abandoned, derelict theatre-and-dance hall in the south of Iceland, far from Reykjavík. He put boards painted to look like flames in the windows, dressed himself in the leather helmet and tunic of a medieval foot soldier, and played melancholy blues on his guitar for six hours a day. Only a few friends and family members showed up. “I was devastated,” he said. “But, somehow, it became sort of a legend, as the piece that no one saw.” Did he think people would come? “No, I knew they wouldn’t,” he said. Then why was he devastated? “Because I’m vain. But luckily my art usually goes in front of my vanity.”