Reykjavík Grapevine


Reykjavík Grapevine - 05.05.2017, Blaðsíða 24

Reykjavík Grapevine - 05.05.2017, Blaðsíða 24
to try something else.” At home, she spoke Icelandic, and at school, French, German, English and Luxembourgish, meaning Elín has felt forever between languages. Both of her parents were self-employed—her father a violin maker, and her mother a creative writing graduate—so Elín also grew used to the idea of work- ing independently. “They controlled their own time,” she says. “I got used to that way of life, with money coming in unevenly. It was very handy for an artist—you’d never go into the field, otherwise. But I didn’t know anything else.” Elín also spent a lot of time picking things up in her father’s violin work- shop. “It was in a big castle from the Middle Ages,” she smiles. “A beauti- ful, romantic setting surrounded by woods with huge trees. My dad taught me to use machinery from an early age. His philosophy was that if you teach a kid to use a bandsaw when they’re six, they’ll understand the se- riousness and danger of it. I’m certain this is one of the reasons that I wasn’t afraid of building large things when I started out.” Having planned to stay there for just a couple of years, it was twelve before the family returned to Iceland. “I think my parents were worried I’d become a Luxembourger,” Elín laughs. They moved into a place on Ingólf- stræti. As luck would have it, a new gallery was opening on the square. “It was the i8 gallery,” says Elín. “We got to know Edda Jónsdóttir, the lady running it. We were there every day. I had an interest in art, and start- ed working there on weekends. I was paid in artwork, and I could read all the magazines, and look at the books. From there, studying art happened naturally.” MORE CRITICAL Elín applied for the foundation course at Iceland’s Acad- emy of Arts. The course was undergo- ing a rethink at the time, and didn’t re- quire students to specialise in a single discipline. It was perfect for Elín, who was already curious and exploratory in nature. “I’ve never chosen a medium,” she says. “It just depends on my inter- ests at the time. Which also makes me an amateur in many things, rather than a specialist in one.” “There were some frustrations,” she smiles, “but I was twenty, so being frustrated is normal. I realised after a couple of years that I was craving more critical thinking. And I got that in Ber- lin.” The MA course at KHB Weissensee in Berlin was a stark contrast with the open nature of art education in Reyk- javík. “What I admire in Iceland is this ‘get up and go, no fear, just do and see what happens’ energy,” says Elín. “But there’s also a lack of critical thinking. In Germany it was very different: my fellow students on the MA had been studying for five years and maybe never had an exhibition. They were waiting for their ideas to become rock solid. It was good to find balance, and have access to both worlds.” WHITE TUNNEL As she approached the final year of her studies in 2005, Elín was commis- sioned by Reykjavík Arts Festival. The curator was Jessica Morgan from the Tate Modern, and rather than basing the event in downtown Reykjavík, she decided to spread the artists all over Iceland. Elín’s show would take place in Ísafjörður in a large 1890s building called The Edinburgh House. Inside a corrugated iron exterior the house was under renovation, resulting in a raw, cavernous space. Elín had some cash on hand from selling an apartment, and decided to go all-in on the project. “I had the op- portunity to do something in a huge space—and I went for it!” she ex- claims. “I was like: ‘Mum, Dad, I’d like to spend a million króna on plywood and screws, do you mind?’ But they said, ‘Go for it, girl!’ That’s real sup- port.” She assembled a group of collabo- rators, including two architects, a sound artist and a vocalist, and head- ed for Ísafjörður. The team stayed in a tiny rented apartment for six weeks, through a snowy, stormy spring, shar- ing a room and working day and night on Elín’s idea: a 150 metre-long zig- zagging tunnel environment, with brightly lit walls. “We were endlessly walking along the tunnel,” Elín recalls, “and no mat- ter how many times we walked this distance, we never knew where we were. If you forgot a tool somewhere, there was no way to remember. The distance seemed to expand.” COMPLETELY INDEPENDENT During its construction, Elín had little idea what the outcome would be. “It was an experiment,” she states. “I just knew what dimensions I wanted, and the lighting, and to have it as white as possible. You walked in and reached the end, expecting to see something around the corner… but there was another corner, then another, then another. You got the feeling of being snowblind. There were no reference points, and it became a projection screen for your own thoughts.” The results were a surprise even to the artist. “The piece took on a life of its own,” says Elín, “and became some- thing, without me directing it in that way. That’s very exciting to me—when you make decisions, one step at a time, but in the end it becomes something completely independent.” One of the difficulties for early ca- reer artists to create such work is the sheer logistical challenge. Elín re- members a different atmosphere in 2005, before the financial collapse. “The festival opening was so deca- dent,” she says. “It was an airplane ride around the island, from Ísafjörður to Akureyri to Egillstaðir to Vestman- naeyjar, with the politicians and art- ists and curators all getting gradually more drunk. It was fun.” The success of the piece was a breakthrough for Elín. “It opened my eyes to a world where a space can move you, literally and mentally, without telling a story,” she says. “After that I knew anything was possible.” NEW PATH Whilst constructing the tunnel, Elín happened upon another idea. Fin- ishing work one night, she walked its length, gradually turning out the lights, when something unexpected caught her attention. “I was finishing up, pulling out the plugs, creating a darkness as I went,” she says. “I came 24 The Reykjavík Grapevine Issue 07 — 2017 “I think art is a social force, not this hierarchical, market-driven place. We all own these spaces. They should be a place we all have the right to use, to question these systems that we have put up.” “A lot of what we experience in daily life, we expect to happen… it’s interesting trying to shake up the usual way of seeing things.”
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