Container. Gas pump. Lighthouse. Objects. Man creates, continues on creating objects, buildings, walls, things that correspond to his own image, to his needs, or at least to his beliefs.

Obsolete, abandoned, still functional, these “found objects” seem to appear out of nowhere. This is the “nowhere” particular to Iceland: a moving island where time seems to stand still…. As man’s impact on nature is minimal, so geography dictates the island’s history. Nature is raw, earth alive, elements powerful.

When these objects continue to exist beyond their utilitarian context, as relics or sanctuaries of a phantom civilization, when they are isolated in space, in and time, from any adjacent human culture, when only climate and nature offer them as rough a companionship as absolute, then what is there left?