I immigrated to Iceland 13 years ago. I married an Icelander. I am documenting a path in life I never planned or expected.
I’ve been asked, “Why Iceland?” My reasons range from a rural lifestyle, a good job, beautiful nature, and my response ends on Icelandic women.
In my eyes the female spirit in Iceland encompasses strength and community. This strength has served as an inspiration in my life as an immigrant.
When does history become myth? How does that myth record a truth?
These photographs are my myths. They are my love, hopes, fears, and strength.
They are my truth.