In the beginning of each new week we publish a story about the week that just passed at the LungA School. It comes from the inside and can be about anything. This is the tenth chapter:
My dear friends
A week ago a magical week began. A week of spring. A week of winter. A week with a solar eclipse seen from the majestic mountains that is the border between us and them. Seydisfjordur and Iceland. LungA and the world.
Surrounded by clouds in a scenery of black and white, we glimpsed the sun disappearing. Turning the world dark, grey, quiet. Except from our ecstatic cries of wonder of course. We saw a herd of reindeer, we saw black ravens. We felt the magic of the moment and the expectations for the future.
Last week we started working. Working with the inspiration, the knowledge, the themes that all together have formed the previous ten weeks of studying at the LungA School. We have been introduced to many different medias, many different ways of working, many different ways of thinking.
Now we ripped it all apart, reflected upon it and selected, shaped and formed our own understanding of the process, the art, the truth. It was difficult, it was annoying, it was extremely frustrating! But as the days went by, we seemed to find our ways and allowed ourselves to follow the paths that lead us to Akureyri and the Final Exhibition.
We built cameras from cardboard, we danced in the squat house. We made a crown of twigs and crystals, we improvised on the cello, we drew for hours, we formed a cloud. We were given crazy challenges, we ate a jar of Nutella, we kept it secret.
We moved to the island in the pond and slept in a tent for two days. We slept in Herðubreið, we almost did not sleep at all, we slept a whole day away. We had a radio party, a Facebook-like party, a kitchen party. We worked in the studio, the theater, the office, the hostel, the church, the cold outdoors, the dark room in the old book store. We enjoyed a long walk in the sun, shared a snackpizza, waited to get our picture taken, wrote four lines poetry.
It is a strange feeling knowing that our stay in Seyðisfjörður is coming to an end. The last 10 weeks have gone by so slowly, so fast, so many days, so few hours. We only just arrived, last week is forever ago. Friday seems far away, but we are racing against time. We look around town, feeling as if we are home. We look at each other, realizing we have a new family. Let us fill the last two weeks with great memories, smiling eyes, laughter and live the adventure to the fullest!