Close up on "The third eye"
Inspired by my stay in the Arizona desert and not least the fantastic colour schemes I experienced in Petrified Forest.
I remember the first time I read Bear Hearts The Wind is my Mother how elevated I felt, hearing of another people existing in these modern times, sensing nature in a somewhat similar way as Icelanders.
Of course in the case of the American Indian this sense is very highly developed, whereas in Iceland it is a more na´ve feeling of respect,
like blind acceptance, sort of not really knowing what it is all about
yet knowing and accepting that it is and neither can or should be ignored.