Close up on "The third eye"
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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 Heart’s “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 naïve 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.