A journey through Iceland’s wonderful Southern Highlands convinced me that, while I can appreciate all landscapes, as an artist I crave water. When this high lake hove into view, I...
A journey through Iceland’s wonderful Southern Highlands convinced me that, while I can appreciate all landscapes, as an artist I crave water. When this high lake hove into view, I breathed a sigh of relief and felt the ideas begin to flow once more. Suffused with the riotous colours of Iceland in Autumn, I perversely chose a very simple, graphic composition in black and white.