What a wonderful evening, dining with my husband Siggi and mother-in-law Anna at La Perlan in Iceland! It was the end of a special, family vacation exploring “the motherland” and reconnecting with their Icelandic heritage. It was especially meaningful to me because of the family ties. How exciting to hear Anna speak the language and introduce us to the foods of her youth! How interesting to visit the homes of Siggi’s grandparents and see the beauty of their country. It was clear to me that they belonged to both Iceland and the USA. And, by extension, so did I. I felt an attachment to history, heritage and home unlike any I had experienced traveling before.
Add to that, a gourmet meal, elegant architecture and the warm conversation at the close of vacation and I was complete. Or so I thought. Mother nature decided to turn a wonderful evening into something spectacular with an ethereal sunset.
I live in the Sunshine State, so I’ve seen some amazing sunsets, but this was out of this world. I felt like I’d fallen into a pastel painting. It occurred to me that I was seeing the same sun, over the same ocean, that I would see at home. The same beauty, except it would’ve been four o’clock at home. But it was still the same sun, just viewed from a different perspective.
I vowed to keep that perspective even when I returned home; to appreciate the specialness of the ordinary. To look up at the late afternoon sky, plain and nondescript, and know that there is, perhaps, a beautiful sunset connecting me back to another place. It’s all in your point of view.
Quilt Construction: I painted the sunset on muslin with acrylic paints; the structure of the building is made from fusible interfacing colored with paint and markers.