The first time I went to Iceland was as part of an organized trip in 2001.
At one point I had to cross a glacier, which was far from easy for a city-dweller like myself.
Despite all the difficulties, the trip was a revelation. Lost in this incredible Icelandic nature - so peculiar and so far-reaching - I realized that my existence was just a tiny nothing in the vastness. I had never seen such landscapes, and yet they inspired in me a sort of primordial nostalgia, deep and distant. All questions of identity became quite futile: I am neither Japanese, nor woman, nor photographer. I am simply a living being. I have returned many times to this country and have come to love it. I will go there again. So I present here photographs of these multiple encounters with the Icelandic landscape. They bear witness to my vivid impressions on the edge of the world.
