The landscape in Iceland is visible and vivid proof of the the extremes of geological action. It's fabric is ripped and torn, pock marked with crust and tumours, the colour and texture of its surface a product of the myriad volcanic minerals belched from the earth's interior. Whilst these images are stylistically a meditation on both texture and form, they also attempt to address the idea of the mythic and perceived permanence of the landscape. In Iceland one's surroundings appear imperious and unmoving but they are in actuality absorbing crushing natural forces of an unimaginable scale. On a more personal level the images attempt to convey the deep calm that descends when the digital blizzard of modern life is left far behind and the journey to silence has left you face to face with the timeless.