^[i]Selma Hreggviðsdóttir, Sept 2017

“I ran to the mountain and sat on my spot by this big rock outside this fishing Village I come from, the waves would either come all the way up to my shoes or flirt with the shells in the sand further away. The shells seemed very exotic to me with the yellow against the black and I thought they must come from very far away. When I moved to the city I replaced mountains with buildings and concrete. It is a strange experience and frightening to see your mountains taken away.”