“Another Planet”
Stories of Iceland by the artist Anastasia Zakharova
On January 15, Anastasia Zakharova's solo exhibition "Another Planet" opened at the Artplay Design Center.
The project grew out of impressions from a journey through wondrous Iceland in the summer of 2016. Through every artistic means at her disposal, the artist seeks to relive those days and share her emotions with us.
Icelandic Legends
Most of Iceland’s landmarks are bound up with legend. One of the most recognizable places in photographs is the black beach of Reynisdrangar near the town of Vik, with rocks jutting from the water, nicknamed the “Troll’s Fingers.” The legend tells that two trolls once tried to drag a three-masted ship ashore there, but turned to stone with the first rays of the sun.
Glaciers, too, are often credited with mystical properties. In one of them, according to popular belief, lies an entrance to the center of the Earth. The French science-fiction writer Jules Verne sent his heroes on their long and perilous journey into the Earth precisely by this path. Incidentally, Iceland is also said to hold an entrance to hell, hidden in the volcano Hekla, notorious for its furious and sudden eruptions.


Whale Fjord
If you drive north from Reykjavik along national road N1, after 30 km you will arrive at the place where Whale Fjord begins. The slopes of low mountains descend to the water, forming picturesque shores. Driving along the fjord is a delight — the road is winding, full of steep climbs and descents, and almost always empty.
Besides the museum and the remains of a whaling station, the fjord’s best-known landmark is the waterfall Glymur — the second highest in Iceland (196 m). The saga of Whale Fjord tells that once a fearsome shape-shifting whale with a red mark on its forehead struck a rock and brought this waterfall to life. Glymur means “rumble.” Water falling from a great height into a narrow canyon creates a deafening sound, thanks to the magnificent acoustics of the place.


The Glacier Lagoon


On Lighthouses


Preparing for Iceland, we studied a great deal about its nature, traditions, wildlife, and sights, yet nowhere did we come across the information that we would find ourselves, like Dorothy, in a violet country. It was a complete surprise!
Arriving at Keflavik Airport at night under a full moon, we scarcely met night at all. It was more like soft twilight. But the enormous moon shone faithfully and, lighting our way along the island’s deserted roads, mystically tinted the landscape in pastel shades of violet — a continuous carpet of lupines covering everything! Remarkably, for all the variety of hues, the plants had unanimously chosen Iceland exclusively in violet.
This magic lasted for about another month — violet fields, violet mountains, violet islands with a barely perceptible delicate fragrance. And to this day the impression left by that moonlit lupine landscape remains one of the brightest of our Icelandic journey.





Anastasia Zakharova,
artist, designer, traveler

