A Poem to Iceland

It all begins with a journey.

A week spent roaming Iceland, with no compass but the light.

Three cameras, one drone, pockets full of silence.

We film what we see: black rock, rising steam, snow, wide open skies.

We film what we feel: distance, contrast, calm.

Two worlds meet—one is fire, the other ice.

They don’t oppose each other. They coexist. They converse.

And we, in between.

Then comes the edit, a work of craftsmanship to shape 45 hours of footage into 4 minutes.

Each shot chosen. Each sound reworked.

A concentrate of emotion.

A film with no voiceover—yet one that speaks.