Art is the Name of the Game

Jóhanna by her very large painting titled "Ég geri hvað sem er" or "I do anything".

Only in Iceland? Here Jóhanna and her parents are with the First Lady of Iceland, Ms. Dorrit Moussaieff!

There were a lot of neat things on show. Here's a car of some sort.

A mirror reminding the world that being ordinary is terrible.

Installations are usually more fun to photograph than to figure out.

This work also caught my eye. It doesn't look like much from afar but if you go in closer...

... the entire thing is made up of unbelievably straight criss-crossing handwritten (!!!) lines in red, blue and black ink. There are definitely (Icelandic) words in there, but the lettering is a bit hard to work out. This work is by Ásgrímur Þórhallsson.

After I'd said goodbye to Jóhanna, I ran into Pétur, Signý and Fannar - but we never managed to find Jóhanna again, so we left shortly thereafter.

It was a gorgeous day (we seem to have permanently switched to spring now - yay!) so it seemed only fitting that cars that have been cooped up in garages throughout the winter got to go out and play. 🙂

The arty and busy entrance to the Reykjavik Art Museum.

Walking towards the car. This is the customs house which sports a huuuuge mural on one side.

Harpa, where we went last night to see La Boheme!

And finally, a peak down Lækjargata confirmed that there were a lot of people downtown, and not just tourists!

I'll end this with a picture of me all geared up for my bike-ride downtown today. As it happened, we ended up leaving the car downtown last night, without having initially planned to. Since the weather was so gorgeous (yet cold still) I decided the best course of action would be to bike downtown with the bike-rack on my back and then drive myself, the car and the bike home. It was a brilliant plan and worked perfectly, aside from me walking around downtown in a bright-pink biking jacked. I'm sure somebody's internal fashion police had a heart attack, but oh well...