I read Stanislaw Lems book Solaris during my travel by sea to Island. I could predict the whole journey for months before. I followed a thought across the Atlantic Ocean in hope of finding a presence through photography. I ended up photographing the sea from the lighthouse in Raufarhöfn. The lump of concrete holding the wire is a cast from a hole dug in the black sand outside the village. The photograph on the wall is of the dark side of sculpted clay.