With my practice I document the decline of rural living in Iceland and pose the question why farmsteads have been abandoned en masse. What is the connection between the abandonment of vast parts of the countryside and our severed connection as humans to nature and spirituality?
By using expired polaroid films which I modify and manipulate manually with all sorts of spray on chemicals I achieve an ethereal feeling, giving the viewer the illusion of looking back in time. But time isn't linear in my work, rather it's like a memory of a dream, or of an alternative past that never truly existed.
I juxtaposition the empty houses with the human beings. Are we, like the houses, just empty vessels devoid of spirit in the modern age?