Strategy Tegystra Tactics tic

16 tammikuun, 201328 helmikuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

cat act tic tac itc cit tci tci tci where is it leading?

Choose your favourite syllable and repeat it in a tempo chosen as you wish.
Ok. I’m ready.
or..not at all. It goes on and on.

Say syllables out loud on a wasteland, in front of it, after having walked over it. Say
repeat constantly
while walking standing thinking them how to say them looking up to the sky shout out loud syllables how they go gaps in between, pauses, tactics
inventing teg ASTRA TRA TRA TRA
stra stra gyte change order of the letters.

What sense does it make? What new views it opens? To tear words apart. How do you feel when you repeat these syllables?

Le petit dance

Kuva | 13 tammikuun, 201328 helmikuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Llhortense ImMossibil

11 tammikuun, 201328 helmikuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

The result is that the subconscious is lost (little girl rationally recognizes her fate).
ROSE.

You do surprise me and guilt is a place. Blame in your shoes. It has started, it will never stop. Ya. How do you do it? This chaos, this
You have travelled much, how come your world is so small? I drove. Anthill, misty mountain, chill, coffee, me clothet in layers excavating like something was.
What about me? Nothing. Powder. Of some kind. That tower is mine, lit like a snowy tree by one intense led light, ad or something.

bye

Protrude bulge
outward balloon bulge
protrude protrude. bulge?

He is not here Mr. Spot.

6 tammikuun, 201328 helmikuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

No?

Where is he?

I don’t know.

Ok.

Do you think I’m cruel? No. You are very blunt. I like it.

5 tammikuun, 20134 joulukuun, 2017 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Dear you, I don’t want to leave, but I cannot be still. It’s too much to ask. No one is asking but yourself. True, I demand much of me. There is no other way. I don’t want to be quiet. I want to swear, be brutal, brake my things, cast them to trash and think something concrete has left. I feel better now.
I walked heavily painted steps to the laundry room, looked like plastic. White brick walls, grey steps, black, tiny grains of ground on the top two, me climbing in slippers. That’s for the colors, particals of a walk inside. Constellation left behind in a stripped tunnel downstairs to store, leave, come back, walk through in a robe, bikes and toys. I put coins to the washing machine, the older one, it’s probably from the 80’s. It started squashing my clothes around adding water.

Looking for your auntie? You are in a wrong place. For stalkers and harassers I have a piece of an advice and a notice, find psychiatric help and stay away. If you have nothing more to give than that, Fuck off! Same goes for those who can only abuse and abandon.

4 tammikuun, 201324 tammikuun, 2024 | Henna Timanttimetsä

For me there is the element of fear always present. It’s a part of me and goes along with bravery which goes along with never giving up kind persistance and will to live. For some the weird is to be an artist or/and a woman doing the so-called men’s job, also my clothing uh, what else..my opinions and feminism, which I take very seriously as human rights. There are strange things that are weird, peculiar, odd, appalling, what else, oh yes fucked up and crazy in this world of normal. So you normal people, get a fucking life and stop boring me.

I wrote in my notes, we cannot live without a mirror, we have to look proper ( there are certain rules for that, you know). We need to see our reflection to grow, to find respect, confidence and place. To look acceptable, we have to belong to a group, get acceptance to be happy and have a livable enjoyable life, to survive (at least), become. For me becoming which is equal to creating oneself is constant. People like me who are different, are obviously a threat to some and have been since I was a kid. In some cases such eh, so-called weirdos get killed, separated from a heard, group, their family, left to isolation, are humiliated etc. I call it nature in us, the uncivilized being that rules us, that we cannot resist. As humans, how could we be more humane, not animals, not to let nature in us dictate nor our delusions of what is good and what is not, or what is normal. There isn’t a normal. If everybody is unique then isn’t a norm impossibility. Sure we can live by the unwritten rules of what is acceptable. I want to write my life myself. I am not here to fulfill your expectations. Got that?

Seeing and not seeing. How seeing is possible. Seeing well and right. Well, we have our heads, eyes see what you are wearing. What seeing is? Do we need eyes to see? What do I see? Why do I see? To live. I need to live.  Why I have a feeling that people think I cannot see. It’s so weird to be diminished like that. I see better than most funnily. That is no over-reaction. What is to live? And why do you live for? For now I live for my art and work. They give me the most pleasure. I feel alive thanks to art. ARTIE!!! It’s a being, a weirdo. Does it have a sex? NOOOOOO! Does art have sex? I hope so. Don’t be ashamed. I’m not.

PS. Still it amazes me how regulated the arts is. Hypocrites! Lolling, and can’t help from lolling enough. If in the so-called fine arts there is a norm as it seems, what is acceptable for an artist to be like or to do as art is being somehow pinpointed, then fuck it. Keep your empty shells, hollow talk and pedagogical spaces. PEDAGOGICAL SPACES – Joke of the 2012 and counting…