Out for a hike to seek inspiration. Went with Hélène Magnússon the knit designer who is a french lady living in Iceland. This time it was a three hour hike  including a waterfall, fording a river and climbing a mountain. Not the tallest or deepest ones but a place where you can be with nature and be filled with inspiration.

I göngu að leita andargiftar. Fór með Hélène Magnússon prjónahönnuði sem er frönsk kona sem að býr á Íslandi. Í þetta sinn tók gangan þrjá tíma og hún innihélt foss, vað yfir á og fjallgöngu. Hvorki hæsta, dýpsta né lengsta en staður þar sem maður fyllist andargift.

Fire within the basalt was my thought and so the woven piece I made in 1996. Already then I was  preoccupied with waste and pollution as I still am. The difference is that in those days people thought I was a mad pessimist but now they have learned to understand that what I knew then was correct. (I am boasting of being smart, of course ;)
I have learned a lot since then and hopefully matured a bit. Sometimes when reminiscing I feel I haven't changed at all and react and do things as before. But in some cases I realize that I wouldn't have been able to tackle certain situations then as I do now. Some progress made.
People often say they have changed for better or worse depending on the person. I wonder if people change at all, well some get hit in the head and actually their character changes but that is another story. Of course I can only speak for myself and some maturity has taken place. But I still think this ragrug is rather alright.