Harpa, Airwaves, Kronos Quartet
I'm there, on stage, believe it or not! Hiding in the shadows while they perform my favorite piece, and the only thing I'm feeling is my gut backing them up with gobbledegook.
In 2016, I struck poverty after refusing funds from the government ending up on the street eating from you-know-what.
So, 2017, I begin by wondering; what the hell is wrong with me? Maybe the idea of absolute autonomy is a necessary illusion. Paradoxically there will be no independent filmmaking without a sympathetic support network of family and friends.
My friend, Elma, a barista, entrepreneur, and an aspiring videomaker is putting together a concert film featuring the quartet. I owe her, many times over, so I offered her my hands and equipment.
Last fall she drove me 1677 km around the island, and then some. Picking up shots for my project, interviewing members of the Icelandic search and rescue squad.
A close encounter with the Kronos Quartet is a charity, not a chore. Let us hope the footage is usable.
Her's and mine