Last Week at Gullkistan

It’s Sunday evening and my stay here at Gullkistan is coming to a close. August 2018 has been the most productive month I’ve had to date. One of my goals was to write 31 stories, one for each day in August. As of today, I’ve drafted 25 stories and, if all goes well in the next couple days, I’ll have reached my goal. I suppose it should be no surprise (since this beautiful country has won my heart), that Iceland has found its way into most of the stories I’ve written. I even ended up writing a modern retelling of Guðmundur G. Hagalín’s wonderful tale “The Fox Skin,” which I read last night at the Gullkistan Open House.

Reading and presenting work

Saturday I went to Selfoss to lead a second writing workshop on flash fiction. I led the workshop at Fjöl­braut­ar­skóli Suður­lands a school which is somewhat of an architectural wonder.

The flash fiction workshop was well attended—about 12 participants, all motivated to learn and write. Similar to the first workshop, everyone was very warm and welcoming. Most of the participants were Icelanders, some from Selfoss and a couple from Reykjavík. I was grateful that they were all willing to speak mostly in English out of courtesy to me. Again, I was impressed by all the flash fiction shared in the workshop, though I shouldn’t be surprised because, in my experience, most people here are well read and have creative minds.

One of the participants in the workshop was a book fairy (if you don’t know about these delightful creatures, you can find more information here). Afterward she asked me if I would like to be a book fairy for a day and hide a book in the town. Of course I was honored to do so! By happy coincidence, the book I was hiding was by Guðmundur G. Hagalín, the same author who’d written “The Fox Skin,” the tale which I had been working on retelling just a couple weeks prior. I was pleased to pass along Hagalín’s wonderful book. The fairies must have been working their magic that day!

As I mentioned, Saturday night was the open house. We had a great turn out and I was impressed with all the work the artists-in-residence accomplished over a month’s time. 

Sylvie Donaire’s gorgeous prints and pop-up books.

Anna Vihra talks about her prints and photos.

The “push-pull” of Sae A. Lee’s abstract paintings

We ended the evening with a lovely celebratory dinner together and talked about our respective creative processes, as well as the challenges and rewards that arose over the past month. It was a delightful evening and we were all so thankful for the opportunity and for the wonderful people at Gullkistan who helped to make it possible.

I have four more days here in Laugarvatn. I’m looking forward to writing and to leading one last workshop at the school here. Then I’m off to Reykjavík! It has been a wonderful stay, but I’m excited to return home on September 1st.

Gullkistan Residency, Week Two

It’s 9:30 AM, misty and gray here in Laugarvatn. Sitting at my desk this morning, I am wondering how I could possibly sum up a week full of writing, revising, and reading, not to mention exploring the breathtaking south coast of this fairy tale island. Instead of trying to share it all, I’ll keep this short and sweet. 

 

Found in the stream at the end of the dirt path I walk most afternoons.

 

It’s cloudy today, but yesterday it was clear-skied. My husband and I drove the countryside stopping for a late lunch and then onto Vík.

 

The countryside along Þjóðvegur.

 

Driving back to Laugarvatn, we saw two waterfalls. First was the enchanting Skógafoss.

 

Skógafoss

 

Gullfoss, the second waterfall we experienced, was an absolute wonder. I think my husband summed it up well when he said, “I feel like my soul is too big for my body.”

 

Gullfoss. Photo: Will Hattman

 

I’ve felt it too, at Gullfoss especially, but also during the quiet times—walking a dirt path to the stream in the afternoons, or when my husband reads me Raymond Carver poems in bed, or when a new story just flows because I have the time and energy to catch it, or having finally finished a full draft of a manuscript that I’ve been laboring over for a year—it has been sublime. I almost feel undeserving. 

 

The beautiful built environments of Iceland, or me going crazy trying to organize fragments of a personal essay?

 

Almost. Then, I remember applying for the residency a year ago (see Entropy as a good resource on writing residencies), teaching extra classes to afford the trip, writing the proposal for professional development funds, and so on. It is no easy thing to try to convince people (let alone yourself) that your project is the one worthy of support. But, I understand why it’s done and at some point in the process, little by little, I have started to feel more confident in what I’m trying to accomplish. 

 

Icelandic writers to read.

 

I started writing this entry this morning, but wanted to wait until evening to write the final paragraph. Now, it is 7:45 PM. It will take the sky three and a half more hours to darken. I can hear the other people in the studio collaborating and I feel grateful to be in this communal space with such talented, hard-working artists. There’s a line that I keep coming back to from the poem “Gaze” in Famia Nkansa’s chapbook, Sabbatical, that goes, “The best / dreams / are the / small ones, the sort one / sieves with / busy hands.” I love this idea that our dreams are made up of these small, everyday tasks—something that you can work on and towards, little by little, everyday. 

 

The black sands of Vík

 

 

First Week at Gullkistan Artist Residency

 

Gullkistan Entrance

Sunday afternoon. It’s relaxing in the studio today and I am relieved. I’ve been busy writing, reading, meeting new people, and teaching at Gullkistan Center for Creativity in Laugarvatn, Iceland. Gullkistan means “chest of gold.” The Center is named after the structure in the mountain that looks like a chest (see photo; see also the art on Gullkistan’s entrance). The name is fitting for this magical place. 

Chest of Gold

Currently, I am sharing the studio space with four other artists—Anna (a visual artist from Finland), Sylvie (a visual artist from France), Sae (a Korean-American painter), and Sheila (an American nonfiction writer).

L to R: Anna, me, Sylvie, and Sae

I have been spending my days writing with the goal of revising two manuscripts and writing 31 flash fiction pieces (one for each day in August). 10 down, 21 to go. I get up early in the morning to this view from the kitchen, make coffee, and spend the day writing and reading, watching the great Hekla volcano in the distance.

 

Kitchen view

Hekla Volcano

Though I have enjoyed my writing and reading routine, I think the writing workshop that I led on Saturday has been the highlight so far. I regret that I didn’t take a photo of the nine lovely participants. It was a one-hour crash course on flash fiction with a short break and then two hours to write and share. Those who participated were not all Icelanders. We had several visitors from Vienna, one person who recently moved from Denmark, and one person from Norway. I was reassured that leading the workshop in English would be fine, but I could see early on that there were some language barriers. Thankfully, Jón, the person who helped me organize and advertise for the workshops, helped to translate. Everyone was so kind and creative and excited to learn about flash fiction. When it came to writing stories, we all figured it would be best for people to choose which language they would prefer to write, hopeful that with our group we would find a way to translate for each other—and we did!

 

From the Flash Fiction Workshop

Writing is so solitary, and even when you get a chance to publish your work with others, it feels so removed. Having the opportunity to write together and share our messy, stories-of-the-moment had a more communal feel to it which was beautiful and invigorating.  At the end of the workshop, I was asked by one of the participants to lead a similar workshop at the local school and was invited to dinner by two of the locals, so I will take that as an indicator that it was a success. I was grateful to be welcomed into this community and to meet so many wonderful people.

In the workshop, we talked about how the Icelandic word for home comes from the same root word as worldheim and heimurinn. The Icelandic poet Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir said that: “it means that everywhere is our home and it also means that we are all made of such stuff as our dreams.” 

Laugarvatn Lake

Summer Retreat

Hello, friends:

drafts

I am delighted to report that I have returned from a brief summer writing retreat rejuvenated and inspired! A dear friend of mine, Tai Carmen, offered her beautiful home and office space (see above) for a two-person weekend writing intensive. The retreat proved to be wholly restorative and helped remind me that creative immersion and dialogue are necessary parts of the writing process. Whereas my winter retreat was generative in the amount of new work I produced, this summer retreat was regenerative. After working all winter and spring on writing/revising (as well as teaching, editing, and the daily work of life), I noticed my creative drive had depleted. It wasn’t until this retreat that I realized I hadn’t had an intensive, sustained creative exchange with another artist since graduating from Pacific University’s MFA program in 2009. Being able to spend a weekend engaging in meaningful conversations about writing/art/philosophy/life, sharing delicious meals, listening to music, and walking through the woods with a kindred writer did wonders to stimulate my creative mind. Understanding this, I will now make it a goal to book two retreats a year: one solitary, one collective.

Overall, it has been a summer full of writing, reading, music, and conversation. I was honored to discuss writing with Wayne Potter and fellow author and friend Neva Cavataio on Wayne’s radio program, Keeping Kurrent. You can listen to that interview here. I have been glad to have a little extra time to attend art events in Portland recently as well; I was wowed by the performances of Orquestra Pacifico Tropical and Gulls at PDX Pop Now!, and I also had the chance to attend two stunning readings/performances: (1.) Poetry Press Week, which showcased the wonderful work of Albert Goldbarth, Zachary Schomburg, Carl Adamshick, Julia Claire Tillinghast, KMA Sullivan, Chrys Tobey, Zubair Ahmed, and Veronica Martin; (2.) PURE SURFACE, a performance series that combines movement, text, and film, which highlighted excerpts from the beautiful and heartbreaking poem “Verso” by Brandi Katherine Herrera.

For fall, I plan to continue working on my new story collection, currently titled Fall Apart, which I started last winter and have been revising this summer. In addition, I will be starting my first term as a full-time writing instructor and faculty member at Chemeketa Community College and look forward to continuing to work with students and faculty.

And, with any luck, I will be able to take another writing retreat this winter!

Warm wishes and happy writing,

Alissa