I have spent my first week here adjusting to the isolation and climate. The landscape here is flat, which effects me more then I expected. Everything is open. I feel vulnerable and uncomfortable here; I miss the mountains/sky scrapers I am accustomed to.
The country side is very quiet. Every other property is unoccupied and for sale, in-between each street are miles of empty, perfectly square farms.
I haven't painted yet. The sun rises at 4:00 am and sets at 11:30 pm, leaving me with endless hours of productivity. I have so much time on my hands, I feel as though I should be doing more. Instead, I am sinking into the empty hours, they go by so fast. Before I know it, the day is ending, the lights are long and my studio is dim. Thats usually when I feel lonely and as though I am doing something wrong.
At first I spend most of my time at the museum, sketching and watching people, but I haven't been there in a few days. Instead, I have been biking through the country side in the afternoons. It has been hot, so I bike down the empty country roads and sing out loud until I find a new beach. The North Sea is on one side of me and on the other side is shallow fjord water, so wherever I bike I will eventually find water.
When I get home, I watch the sun set slowly on to the golden fields and reflect.