The airport reopened — so we hopped in a van and a few of us foreigners headed out. On the way we stopped at two more art openings connected to the festival. The second one was in the town that abuts the airport, quite a ways out. In a sizable seaside building there were two shows, one of contemporary art involving weaving and fabric, and the other, not connected to the festival I suspect, was a massive room filled with dozens of perfect models of fishing boats! They were all made by Grímur Karlsson, a retired fisherman:
As much fun as the rest of the festival and the art and music was, this one really blew my mind — this is about half the room:
As we arrived at JFK, a woman next to us at the baggage carousel said, “Reykjavík airport just closed again. We were the last plane out.” I know Nico Muhly and some others from New York were there — they had a concert Sunday night. I wonder if they’ll make it back?
