The landscape of organic forms in Iceland, where I was living for few months didn't cease to fascinate me. I was waiting for the sun and the touch of rough textures with spikes. The moss-lined lava fields stretch for miles. On the rocks, you can see the trails left by crustaceans. The moon can look like this rock lava fields. Somewhere in the distance, the single mountains, sprinkled with millions of small stones, and their peaks, like overlapped hats, create complicated geometric structures. The brown-yellow earth is boiling, and the air of sulfur emits a very irritating odor. The wind can blow so hard that you can not get out of the house. An all-encompassing, transcendent thought comes to man who feels this captivating landscape. In Iceland, the proximity to the universe can be felt exceptionally. A sacred temple of nature. The lonely island landscape and the power of the elements can, however, carry fear and concern.