i8 is Iceland's most established contemporary art gallery. It represents an eclectic mix of both local and international artists including the likes of Olafur Eliasson, Alicja Kwade, and Lawrence Weiner. i8's ambitious exhibition program frequently explores forms of abstraction, minimalism, and conceptualism, the gallery regularly taking part in the biggest international art fairs, notably Art Basel and The Armory Show, New York.
i8 was founded in Reykjavik in 1995, and represents an eclectic mix of Icelandic and international contemporary artists. As well as representing 20 artists the gallery collaborates with a number of artists all of whom have exhibited widely in museum and gallery contexts.
MARGRÉT H. BLÖNDAL
August 17th to September 30, 2017
Eggert Pétersson: In his own words…
“I always had this space in mind when I was painting the works for this exhibition, all the way back to 2011. I had by then already completed a number of works based on the area around my summer cottage in Úthlíd and especially the surrounding lava fields. In fact, I made a solemn statement that I would stop working on the motif of these lava fields. I have pretty much kept my promise and so I progressed further up the slopes of the mountain Bjarnarfell, where I found ravines and gullies that excited me. I explored the vegetation and noticed how each of these ravines had their own character. In the summer of 2011, I mapped out the ravines and succeeded in capturing the characteristics of colour, light and vegetation of each one. The works became six in total, two of which can be found in this exhibition, with the addition of one painting that can be interpreted as a return to the world of lava. This time it is not the lava from the fields around Úthlíd, but that of Herdísarvík, an area with a variety of ferns.
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Apr 27th to Juny 10th, 2017
Covered in the dust of dry-wipe markers, I have come round to find that the content of my thoughts has been deleted. The memory of our movement together remains, written as it is in permanent marker, but the precise nature of the ingredients has been erased. A gust of wind resulted in all items being lost, and the diagram has neglected to retain any indication of substance.You would be invited, for example, to the after party. The space is covered so that I can’t see the shit for the shit and I get nauseous. I recall that there is a tiny space behind one of the walls that ends in nothing. The clarity of the situation dimming from the periphery, so that as I grab out to hold, that which I had previously known so firmly becomes impossible. The room spinning, my elbows buckling, and the floor rising up to meet my face.
You can replace something if something is lost.