The Ground Beneath Our Feet shows the hidden world of everyday rituals of our elderly in what is their last home.
Winter turns to summer to turn to winter and maybe, summer again for a group of elderly people living together in an grand old building in Reykjavik, in what is an institution, but yet a home. Some having lived a lifetime close to a century.
The daily actions they have performed their whole lives are portrayed as textural meditative experiences while their bodies and memory performs as creeks flowing down a mountain to the sea. There is nowhere to go after Grund, but the ground herself. Life prevails as long as it can.
