Fermented shark and black sand.

Iceland felt like another planet—and I mean that in the best way.

In May, we road-tripped across the country and somehow got sunshine and 20°C. The kind of weather Iceland probably hands out like golden tickets.

We zig-zagged between waterfalls, geysers, volcanoes, and finally—that black sand beach. The whole landscape felt surreal. Like Earth, but with the saturation turned up and the volume of nature dialed way high.

Iceland was small, stylish, and thoughtful in that very Nordic way. The people were warm, spoke perfect English, and made it all feel easy—even when the scenery made our jaws drop every ten minutes.

Of course, we had to try fermented shark. You know, “when in Iceland…”
Imagine old herring. Now add ammonia. Now mix in Djungelvrål and poor decisions.
It came with a shot of Brennevin, which I now recognize as a built-in safety feature.

This painting is my nod to the wild, raw beauty of Iceland’s coast—where even the sand feels like it has a dramatic backstory.