Itseäni on hämmästyttänyt, miten hampaaton taide on ja miten sillä, miltä asiat näyttävät, on merkitystä. Ei näytä hyvältä.

Vessagate, 2021

Mitä tulee ajatuksellisesti paikallaan junnaamiseen, ahdisteluun, seksismiin, mielipiteenvapauden puutteeseen, suosimiseen, klikkiytymiseen ja hiljaisuuden kulttuuriin, silkkaan typeryyteen ja pienuuteen, taiteella on todella raskas taakka (vaikka koko on isossa roolissa taiteessa) ja joista asioiden tiloista ei edes haluta päästä eroon. Muutetaanko gender neutral vessoilla taidemuseossa (Tate ja propaganda-taide, mikä valtaa yhä enemmän näkyvää alaa taiteessa) yhteiskuntaa paremmaksi? On siis kiinnostavaa, että taidetta opetetaan yliopistossa, jossa subjektiivisuuden ja suosimisen ei tulisi pelata roolia tuloksissa, henkilökohtaisen pitämisen, niin miksi taidetta opetetaan yliopistossa, vaikka nämä kaikki siinä vahvasti vaikuttavat ja ilmeisesti siis hyväksytään paljoa ääneen mukisematta? Jotta pysyisimme trendeistä paremmin perillä ja taiteen laatu pysyy korkeana? Laatukysymykset ovat kiinnostavia.

Todellisuus todistaa, siis todellisuus todistaa (hyvä lause sinänsä), että mitä taide tekee, vaikuttaa yhteiskunnassa, vaikka kuvataidekin on hyvin rajautuneen ryhmän tekemää ja näkemää, ja valitettavasti trenditietoinen taide ei tuo parannuksia mukanaan, se ei näes näe itsessään mitään vikaa, vaan viat ovat aina toisaalla. Miksi taiteelle halutaan tieteen legitimiteetti yliopiston avustuksella, tieteen auktoriteetti, jos henkilökohtaiset mielipiteet ja ryhmäkuri esimerkiksi pelaavat niin suurta roolia päätöksenteossa ja tekemisissä, esimerkiksi mikä taide on tärkeää milloinkin (propaganda) eli juuri hetkessä ja mediassa, miten taiteeseen suhtaudutaan (seuraava swipe vasemmalle?) tai taiteilijoihin ja myös tieteentekijöihin, joilla on eriäviä mielipiteitä? Millaista taidetta siis tehdään, kun tehdään muodinmukaista, saati tiedettä, koska trendeistä ja loukkaamattomuudesta (tunteista) on yhä enemmän kysymys?

Jatkuvasti tulee uutisia ihmisistä, jotka on potkittu jostain esiintymisestä, somesta, työpaikasta ulos väärien mielipiteiden johdosta. Taiteilija Claudia Claire, joka halusi puhua yliopistolla prostituutiota ja ihmiskauppaa vastaan, ei saanutkaan osallistua, koska uskoo biologiseen sukupuoleen. Tiede ei tietääkseni ole vielä virallisesti kieltänyt biologiaa ihmistäkin vahvasti määrittävänä tekijänä, ainoastaan sukupuolen tutkimus ja taide tekevät niin täysin omalla mandaatillaan ja täysin kieltämällä toisinajattelevat, kyselijät ja kriitikot. Mikä vaikutus pseudotieteellä on tieteessä, on hyvin huolestuttavaa, kun itsenäisesti ajatteleva hiljennetään, vaikka siitä yliopistossa on kysymys, ajattelun vapaudesta ja kysymisestä. Taide uskoo helposti täyteen humpuukiin, koska hyvin paljon se on itse humpuukia, sädekehiä, poseerausta ja sontaa täynnä, joten miksi uskoa kiihkoilijoita ja myyntimiehiä? Ei ole mitään syytä. He eivät osaa muuta kuin uhkailla ja hiljentää ja etsiä liittolaisia asialleen. Subjektiiviset näkemykset vievät meitä siis, tunteet, ja täytyy antaa pyyhkeet taiteelle tästä karhunpalveluksesta etenkin naisille, mitä taide tykkää tehdä, karhunpalveluksia etenkin naisille yhtenä jatkumona: se siis muuttuu hyvin hitaasti tai ei ollenkaan. Mikään teknologinen uudistus ja -kikka ei tätä faktaa myöskään ole muuttanut. Taidemaailma ei ole koskaan ollut feministinen ja siinä on ajattelemisen aihetta, miksi kukaan on edes kuvitellut, että feminismi ja vasemmistolaisuus olisivat taiteessa mitään päättäviä voimia todellisuudessa, jossa elämme. Intersektionaalinen sateenkaaritarra ei asiaa muuksi muuta. Itse en pidä intersektionaalista edes feminisminä. Ajatus miehestä naisena, joka hiljentää naisia, olisi vitsikäs, jos ei olisi niin väkivaltainen ja totta. Silkkaa seksismiä ja naisvihaa alalta, jolla on siihen pitkät perinteet. Prostituutiota kyllä voi tukea..

Sheer loo-nacy ja mies ei voi olla feministi.

The problem and issue about skin. What is race and what do I think about it.

Kids, pencil on paper, 2015

There is a problem and it is about skin. It is about those features that are called racial. The ones that divide us in some ways very artificially and mostly naturally make a visual difference we pay attention to. We make our judgment via eyesight and learn how we should look and what looking like something means. We notice our differences in appearance immediately, but why we do not take difference for granted as a gift but a threat. It is the one thing we pay attention to, we understand to be born with difference is what we are, but to accept difference as worthy in reality is challenging. Children do not discriminate in the ways adults do. They learn to discriminate and bully and create value systems.

Skin has been an interest of mine ever since I started studying art. It is the one thing that is very hard to depict and picture regardless of skin color. My sculpting teacher was determinate to teach portraiture and it was the one most important thing after posture how skin appeals (appears on a work of art) and comes to life in sculpting, and hair, the other matter. It is interesting when you use clay, stone, plaster, wood or whatever material to make it look alive and interesting to the eye. Is it a question of symmetry and asymmetry, harmony and disharmony how we see or what we want to see, because disharmony and chaos for eyes is what we reject, but is constant before us. To blend in is safe (Zebras prove this), but do I want to blend in as an artist? Is that what artist should do?

On the matter of race, I trust science, which has not been able to find evidence of its existence, so I speak of peoples and ethnicities. I also keep race and religion separate and all religions must be critiqued. Religious feelings aren’t something to protect. In art there also is confusion about race and that white people don’t face racism. I find it disturbing and not understanding where race theories come from and have been all about, which black and white against each other tell and black victimhood as a constant narrative: slavery is all humankind concerning issue still today. Skin color is signifying difference, but race theories do stretch much further. Your black skin doesn’t justify racism against white people and I don’t have to think anything of skin, on basis of skin and current discussions have made me notice skin color and actively think of different groups of people via their supposed victim status. Stereotypes of ethnicities do live on despite the color of skin and they have a strong racist undertone. For an artist color is a very basic tool, what colors mean and do in the world other than sell things.

Slap, 2013 (white saviour feeling quilty?)

What comes to stalking and bullying, won’t be changing my opinions. White working class background probably has impacted my worldview. I don’t despise work, poverty nor judge by appearance, looking from grassroot up is eye-opening and the class aspect in art is strong. Biases against working class in art do play a role which doesn’t make the art world look good. Just saying..

The trigger wire for the bomb that had exploded earlier in the day in a place like N.

Kronstadt, 2001

Many of the men who disappeared recited verses, sand on and under, in and all over,
They never saw them again, they never heard of them again, no need to find hidden meanings in there. 

Of course, some knew what was happening,
It was as if the men had vanished. blown away. It is like some people are more valuable than others. Who is to decide? Whose task it is to know?
they searched for,
had been searching for the DHM,
deep hidden meaning, to look for
fingerprints of the men with explosives
bullet-­riddled body
demolished
the orchard’s walls,
the trigger wire for the bomb that had exploded earlier 

here the shooting of a child is unremarkable for everyone
here brain stains on the wall is normal
decaying body, human jaw on the ground
after America’s 13-­year war in Afghanistan officially comes to an end. to an end. https://www.rollingstone.com/interactive/feature-a-team-killings-afghanistan-special-forces/

When is revolution, Irrational right and wrong, essays and poems, 2014 the book can be found on the menu.

HOLY WAR MINT, FOR YOUR COUGH, FOR YOUR COLD Travellers.

HOLY WAR MINT, FOR YOUR COUGH, FOR YOUR COLD.

HOLY WAR MINT, FOR YOUR COUGH FOR YOUR COLD.

FOR YOU, TO GET YOU THE MOST UNHOLY, TO GET AT YOU, HOLY GUN, GUNMEN, NUG, NUG, TO GET A HINT, PINK WINK. WHAT? WHO ARE YOU? HOW WILL YOU KNOW? NEVER ENDING BLEED. NEVER ENDING RIDDLE, GIVE ME A FIDDLE, PLAY THIS WAR, THROUGH IT, SURVIVE IT AND AFTER HAVING SEEN IT, WHAT THEN. MINT HOLY WAR. ERASE IT, FORGET IT, LOSE IT, BUT IT NEVER WILL BE FORGOTTEN, STILL AFTER SOMEWHAT YEARS.

When are we at war? Could it be now? Who has declared it? It is a norm that there is war. World without war anywhere would be abnormal. Why is revenge important? Or honor? Respectable, respectability making people destroying some for the sake of honor. I can ask.

Deliberately endanger someone’s health, bring atmosphere of fear and hate, distress, anxiety, hurt, ill, hopelessness. Does harassment change anything?

Back to me, which is the contemporary way of existing, delve in oneself: What is my right to my body, mind and the idea of me, to ideas that I produce? Rights are at the forefront today like we were lacking. Ideas light me up. I go to them to those in my mind, how much they are mine? Yes, idea is about moving, or is it going forward, and I get excited, nourished by them, they equal living. Mouth open, like a little child. I cannot do but realize ideas, they give me strength as they are and change into something other. So, what is me then with ideas, only? When am I and when do my ideas realize into material and should they? When did I begin, the idea of me of creating and having ideas? Because I have begun, I have started in ideas which are hope. I have begun to spread as my ideas progress, my ego has a strong will, it as me wants, demands, pushes me forward. Ambitious could one say, never letting anyone tell I cannot. Makes me want, there is a yearning, probably passion, grabbing, grip to something call mine. But I have to understand that eventually I don’t need much, though I think I have much to give. Do people want utopias or art? How do I learn to share instead of possessing? To possess only is a lonely place, lonely task to guard the belongings, possessions, that are extensions of me.  To get extended otherwise in immaterial way. In a good way to achieve.

Online exorcism

oil pastel on paper, 2016

It takes one click.

It takes one click.

Get down on your fucking knees! The claim that the world is changing incredibly fast. What is the speed a bullet has? You won’t feel it once it hits your head. World of agony is too much to take. Don’t speak it out just hear the bang. That is what we do not tolerate truth about ourselves. Our deeds, our need to enslave, to humiliate, things we do not take if they are not for granted. Preserving prejudice and privilege as something innocent playing as contrast to our cruelty as a value to sell and be covered by. It is the truth we should like but we kill it, because it is not enough. We don’t get ahead fast enough honestly. It even sounds too little, too bold to be alive. The one who speaks the truth and is not believed because it is too much to take.

Get down on your fucking knees! This command is about power used, power liked and loved, power of ruining innocence of someone, ruining possibilities of someone for a life. This gun is an accusation and it is pointed at you. It is my emotional response for you questioning me, for you to obey me. It is my belief my religion my faith and reassuring my righteousness. Me holding my truth, my path in my hand: Get down on your fucking knees! Now! Bow your head, feel my weapon on you, how cold it is against your skin, against your fear, against your life. Where are you when you are there afraid, in the dirt, below me breathing. Me above you looking at you with anger, looking at you like you were nothing, not even a human. Me with possibility and desire of pulling the trigger, click. It takes one click.

Pop princess

Bodies online, pencil on paper, 2016

Pop princess under media microscope: how have we learned to know her? How have we learned to see her? Her famous school girl uniform, she was not a pop star but a phenomenon, without that uniform she would have been vulnerable. They are all to get her story, all those headlines published, that she is a lousy mother. Look at her, she is fat.

Is she an appropriate role model? Whether she is a virgin or not, when she sexed it up. When she cried a river, when that tide was turning she drew a line in the sand when quickly got married in Vegas, that she was just silly. Marriage was an act of rebellion in her young mind. That she believes in karma. That she was couple months pregnant and she is very happy now. She is an emotional wreck right now, but none of that is true. She is poisonous only to those who hurt her. Let’s talk about her married life, another baby on the way. Is it yours? No problem of turning her life a reality show.

Puppies or kittens? Flats or heels? On or off? Stories to sell pop princess years, hormones make her laugh hysterically and cry the next minute. His heart is awesome, she tells. He has a really big heart, she says. Do you like British men? I want you to be completely honest. We are here to connect. Baby is your creation, are you pregnant again? You just gave birth. Are you a good mom? You are single at the moment? What is a perfect guy in your mind? Are you dating right now?

Noble beauty like Everest

Perhospuutarhassa/at Butterfly garden, Joensuu, 2000

Noble beauty like Everest

I take credit for setting the world on fire. Like Everest, do you think it is charging, do you think it is changing? Greatest individual who ever did say thank you for the flames and went ahead. Saw something ahead worthwhile to walk to, to crawl to, to want as a human. We are this want, we are want and as much as we want. Striking hitting setting stepping; to do against would be the most influencing aggression. Not to say anything, give a mental mugging and still getting up, wanting still something is happening out of mental disrupt urge, like untrue, like a dream. Scariest negative impulse to make nervous sweat. To radically push and show a point of view, state of mind state of body make fall let fall happen as far as it goes, make falling look like a normal happening resulting understanding. Is there someone to catch you? Don’t! I catch myself. Something to hit ferociously. I am there, it sounds as self-loath, self-pity and hate, is put in one, is against me. To take risks of losing life and not be caught, not be found, to be hated. Contradictions of living in hype in positive, trying to be good, telling me to be good, telling how to be good, hard to reach, a noble beauty like Everest.