Photo: Atli Freyr Steinsson
Photo: Atli Freyr Steinsson
“When I started this art adventure thing, I wanted it to be multisensorial a little bit — you walk into a room and you hear something, you see something and you smell something,” explains Jónsi, who’s been successfully dabbing into perfumery for the past 15 years.
The nose behind Fischersund, his family-run perfume house, Jónsi purposefully curated a scent for the exhibition. He ventured to a nearby beach to harvest seaweed, from which he created a tincture. This, combined with 30 other aroma molecules, resulted in “an apocalyptic, kind of briny, salty, seaweed thing.”
“The scent is a little bit brutal,” he smiles, adding, “Not really, though.”
An excerpt from an interview with Jónsi for The Reykjavík Grapevine
Jónsi’s exhibition FLÓÐ is on display at the Reykjavík Art Museum until September 22.
Photo: Art Bicnick“Despite the darkness of the Icelandic afternoon, I’m craving a splash of colour. While many Icelanders I know are hibernating in the warmth of Tenerife during this period, I use my press pass to find the closest version of that near Reykjavík. Today, I’m at the greenhouses of the Horticultural School in Reykir. The school is part of the Agricultural University of Iceland and has recently made headlines for cultivating and harvesting Iceland’s first cacao fruit — singular. But if you look outside the window, you won’t underestimate such an achievement.”
An excerpt from Escaping The Grey At One Of Iceland’s Most Storied Greenhouses for The Reykjavík Grapevine
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“I like music. I listen to Bach a lot. I think Bach is like doing an autopsy. It’s polyphonic, you have a lot of voices that are intertwined. If you have the nerd gene, like I do, you can just take a very, very short segment, dig into it, take the voices apart and think about each note. What are these two notes doing here together? What you can do with Bach’s music is you can put it back together and it becomes alive. But you can’t do that with dead bodies. This is what I think is fascinating in working both intelligently or artistically — this combination of things and analysing them down to the smallest detail.”
An excerpt from an interview with Pétur Guðmann Guðmannsson for The Reykjavík Grapevine
Photo: Art Bicnick
Photo: Atli Freyr Steinsson
Skjaldborg is a breath of fresh air, metaphorically and literally — with the seasalt breeze caressing my face as I enjoy a pink sunset during one of many festival parties (all together with using this time to charge the car). It’s a gathering one could hardly expect in a place as remote as Patreksfjörður. A mismatched crowd of seasoned filmmakers — including close collaborators with no one other than Werner Herzog (sparking rumours of his potential visit) — plus amateurs just dipping their toes in the industry, close friends and complete strangers, young and old but all thirsty for a good documentary.
An excerpt from a review of Skjaldborg Documentary Film Festival 2024 for The Reykjavík Grapevine
Skjaldborg is know for its fish parties
“It would fit well on your shirt. Just needing a nose,” says textile designer Ýr Jóhannsdóttir — perhaps better known as Ýrúrarí — as we meet at the Museum of Design and Applied Art in Garðabær. She’s holding a giant pink nose in her hands, while other body parts are scattered around the room — mismatched eyes, purple teeth, a blue arm. Ýr and her trusty curators are getting ready for the artist’s solo exhibition, titled Nærvera, that runs April 28 to August 27.
An excerpt from an interview with Ýrúrarí for The Reykjavík Grapevine
Photo: Art Bicnick
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