Salóme Herdís Fannberg, is a tapestry artist in her late fifties. She weaves frenetically despite of her illness and since I remember a loom has been between her hands. She stopped for 23 years to be with her children. She is a mother of six children from four different fathers of four nationalities.
I am the oldest.
Art was always an important factor in my childhood, mum wove and I existed, behind the loom watching her through the threads. Today I have returned to Iceland in order to film her. We have not lived in the same place since I was a teenager.
I am now 35, without children and with an ambition to become a filmmaker and the chosen subject for my first film is my mother. She has no ambition to be filmed.
Under the avalanche of my questions she grows alert unwanting to reveal anything on art, life nor her illness. I keep pointing the camera unceasingly at her. She keeps firm in her suspicion and disapproval.
What will remain of Salóme of her dedication to life and creation?
What will we leave behind?
The film is an encounter between Salóme and myself, a kind of a tug of war – a confrontation between our views on art and life, our understanding and misunderstanding, our humor and our expectations.