My first time in Iceland was much more than a trip — it was a transformative experience. I was invited to teach two watercolor workshops and give a special demonstration for the Icelandic Watercolor Association. But between brushstrokes and wet paper, I discovered a country that touched me deeply.
Collecting textures and observing the ground’s colors, from volcanic lava stones to patches of moss, every detail in Iceland becomes material for painting.
Iceland is a spectacle of nature. In just a few days, I encountered landscapes that seemed straight out of a dream: massive waterfalls, floating ice formations like natural sculptures, lava fields, volcanoes, and constantly active geysers.
The contrast between green fields, snowy peaks, and red-roofed houses makes the Icelandic landscape feel like a living painting.
Peaceful scenes like this — with sheep grazing in the open and a lake reflecting the mountains — are pure poetry.
A place where sky and earth meet in a magical way — a true laboratory for the eyes and soul of an artist.
During this journey, I traveled through various regions of the country, observing every nuance of color, light, and movement.
Outdoor painting in Þingvellir National Park. The silence, the light, the wind — everything contributes to the work.
Driving through Iceland, the clouds often looked like they were painted with a dry brush on the sky.
Each scene was an invitation to paint, to record, to feel.
Visiting Jökulsárlón Glacier Lagoon was one of the most powerful moments — nature’s grandeur in its purest form.
I came back with my mind full of ideas and my heart grateful for having lived all of it — and especially, for having shared my art with such warm and passionate watercolor lovers.
A relaxing break at the Blue Lagoon — after days filled with workshops, demos, and long drives.
Walking the streets of Reykjavík, inspired by its colors, architecture, and creative atmosphere.
One of the many plein air paintings I made during the trip — surrounded by lupines and under the Icelandic light.
This painting was done at the end of one of the days — when the trees seemed to whisper stories carried by the wind.
Iceland now lives within me — as a landscape, a memory, and an inspiration.
