Indeed

13 elokuun, 20126 maaliskuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Art is interesting in many ways.

Like it really makes you think. Or should I say wonder.

A-haa, yes I should.

13 elokuun, 201214 helmikuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Makasin selälläni sängylläni
herättyäni
pää jalkopäässä
lakana ikkunassa, sininen pölyinen
kesäaurinko keskeltä tuota verhoa
tulvi.
Avasin silmäni ja vertasin maiseman värejä
avatusta sivuikkunasta
pesemättömästä siivilästä. Pienestä raosta näkyi moniulotteisemmin.

Kuva | 12 elokuun, 201213 maaliskuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

12 elokuun, 201213 maaliskuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

No nii Henna Joku muu aihe. Mie kirjotin tossa yhen runon.

So there are issues artists cannot touch, Fine art has to be nice and clean. Sounds like a joke. Sounds dead to me. asch you so dramatic. Well it’s serious business. Art. It’s about business image. To me it’s about ideas.

12 elokuun, 201214 helmikuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Art strictly regulated, Galleries some people aren’t welcome to (was it my clothes or my face).. neither of that shit is worth having. (She must be crazy. Paranoid?) Fine art is scared of bags, appalled by an open mouth, likes to laugh at those who look weak, shallow unfortunately, quite stylishly fucking boring standing on a pedestal with secretarial huge boobies and wet cunt having a barbecue sucking thumb. Huge cunt sucking thumb, what a sight. Should I be interested in an art collection by someone whose father got rich selling guns? Does it matter? What matters? Hunger. But they are highly ranked. Sigh. How Useless.

Henna sticks like glue and never wears off.

10 elokuun, 20128 maaliskuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Southern Beauties, Please keep your intellectual gentlemen, sleep. It shouldn’t be too hard.

Do you worry about your white walls?

8 elokuun, 20128 maaliskuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Get real.

Not worrying about a thing, try to live fearlessly.

8 elokuun, 201227 syyskuun, 2019 | Henna Timanttimetsä

I’m going to learn to sleep sitting down, at stations, wake up when someone approaches, touches, breathes towards me, sleep when it’s light, work in the night under a newspaper. I will not be afraid. I will be a document of strength, of survival, sleeping and waking up, walking, looking. Sleeping under a tree, passers-by gaze, maybe fear. Becoming the environment, giving up my comfortable bed, my isolated room, safety, quiet space for only me. Exposing myself to danger, disorder and death, but also harmony, beauty and life. There is a lot to live for, lot to see and experience.