Scenic Eclipse, 2026, prints on PVC, Gallerí Úthverfa

SCENIC ECLIPSE
 

Early in the spring of 1981 an unknown ship moored at the pier in Ísafjörður. It bore the name Simularca, though everyone understood it was an alias. The name stood for the womb, for it was the sea itself. No one knew where it came from or for whom it cut through the waves, except that it seemed to belong to a new world order that could not be grasped. Simularca birthed consumers, though it had been unknown until then that so many could gather with the same longing, all circling around the idea of happiness.

When the so‑called consumers went ashore, they did not in fact go ashore; they were set afloat beneath the third deck, which had been advertised for visions that few could endure. In the land beneath the third deck, the consumers saw daily life through windows looking out onto the streets, as if the ship had never been built for its maiden voyage. The passengers, each with their own predetermined alias just like the ship, came closer to reality than they could ever communicate among themselves. Language was unknown on board.

 

The next night, as the ropes snapped in dreams, Simularca had vanished, gone on its way without passengers and without crew but full of comments.

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​~ Ófeigur Sigurðsson~