Early one morning I looked out the kitchen window, and my heart skipped a beat. On the grass, just below the window, there was everybody’s (here in Iceland) favorite bird, the Golden Plover, hopping around and poking its beak in the ground. One Icelandic tradition as long as I can remember is the media’s announcement of the arrival of the Golden Plover. The headlines are always the same (in late March or early April): “LÃ³an er komin” (The Golden Plover has arrived!) Why did my heart skip a beat when I’m not even interested in birds? That, I am sure, has to do with history, nostalgia, and a feeling of hope after a long, dark winter. The Golden Plover’s arrival means that spring is here, and bright days are ahead.
And the Plover has graced its presence in Venice as well. Iceland’s The Golden Plover Has Arrived features the work of SteingrÃmur EyfjÃ¶rÃ° in The 54th Venice Biennale, opening this week. The artist, who was selected to represent Iceland this year, works with Icelandic folklore and traditions, like the one I just experienced.
Courtesy of Anna Joelsdottir