burning stones · sandfell · iceland

BUrnInG sTonEs, sAndFELL

Fire – is a wild and at the same time a friendly element, lively, hissing and flickering without a firm form, crackling and creaking. When the volcano trembles and spits fire, then the universe shows itself in its original state. Earth and sky are glowing; the silhouette of the mountains is faint. It is a red which is full of passion, energy and hunger. It’s a red, which resists this all devouring black, and eagerly licks at the earth. It’s a red, which burns slowly and constantly into the memory. A strong wind blows, but it is no longer stormy. The summits of the surrounding mountains appear softly and vaguely against the red, glowing, shining sky. No, the earth around the Sandfell is nor burning, but an Icelandic pyrotechnic carries out the perfect job. The gas from the bottles hisses and fizzles, a yellow- orange play begins - and we play along. Grey rock shadows appear dimly in the twilight. Surrounded by our skillfully placed fire, the V8 Vantage is born out of the flames.