David Yarrow Scottish, b. 1966
My Perfect Storm, 2024
Archival Pigment Print
Available in two sizes:
Standard - 48 x 91 inches
Large - 59 x 118 inches
Standard - 48 x 91 inches
Large - 59 x 118 inches
Edition of 12 plus 3 artist's proofs
Signed, editioned and dated on bottom recto
MY PERFECT STORM VÍk, Iceland - 2024 This was a memorable project in the heart of Iceland’s winter. There were moments on this normally black beach, on the south coast...
MY PERFECT STORM
VÍk, Iceland - 2024
This was a memorable project in the heart of Iceland’s winter. There were moments on this normally black beach, on the south coast of Iceland, when the wind was so hostile, that standing up was challenging. Fortunately, I took the photograph lying down and this helped my stability somewhat.
We had a small window of opportunity with the weather, and we took it. The best indication of the severity of the conditions was that within minutes of returning to our modest hotel a couple of miles away, the Icelandic traffic police closed the road in either direction. I can’t remember another time when the weather has deteriorated so quickly that we have gone from filming outdoors to a weather enforced lock in within an hour. That is Iceland for you. It is not only
geologically angry beneath the surface, it can be brutal above ground as well.
The credit for this picture must really go to the nearby farmers and their horses. I knew that I had an exceptional canvas to play with: the sea stacks coated in fresh snow and the sea itself a chaotic cocktail of white. It was one hell of an opportunity, but I needed a horse to cooperate before conditions became too extreme.
The fact that we got there in the end is testimony to the local horse handlers. These moments don’t come along often and when we asked for help, we got it.
VÍk, Iceland - 2024
This was a memorable project in the heart of Iceland’s winter. There were moments on this normally black beach, on the south coast of Iceland, when the wind was so hostile, that standing up was challenging. Fortunately, I took the photograph lying down and this helped my stability somewhat.
We had a small window of opportunity with the weather, and we took it. The best indication of the severity of the conditions was that within minutes of returning to our modest hotel a couple of miles away, the Icelandic traffic police closed the road in either direction. I can’t remember another time when the weather has deteriorated so quickly that we have gone from filming outdoors to a weather enforced lock in within an hour. That is Iceland for you. It is not only
geologically angry beneath the surface, it can be brutal above ground as well.
The credit for this picture must really go to the nearby farmers and their horses. I knew that I had an exceptional canvas to play with: the sea stacks coated in fresh snow and the sea itself a chaotic cocktail of white. It was one hell of an opportunity, but I needed a horse to cooperate before conditions became too extreme.
The fact that we got there in the end is testimony to the local horse handlers. These moments don’t come along often and when we asked for help, we got it.