There are rules to be broken. That almost is a rule for creativeness to find its explosiveness. There are ideas and ideologies to be shocked and thinking patterns to be changed.

Tradition is natural, to work is natural, because it and it has been going on so long, so it must be the right thing to do. Logic is naive and defensive. Working class and middle class values can be aggressive and tiring. Values of owning and working make who you are. Both classes have somewhat similar desires, to be well-off, safe and prosperous. Such values have been mocked in several occasions by artists as the way artists are mocked by people who happen to have the so-called real jobs. It is a mockery and on and on battlefield of people who do not want to understand each other’s ways. What is an installation and do you still do art, still are the usual questions I get to hear. I guess it is your thing. My thing? Doubt and suspicion are obviously your thing.

Equipment is secondary. In terms of revolutionizing society, making society work for all of its members freedom of expression is vital. To take it, because very often it is not given on a plate, the possibility, appreciated or even legal. It also seems to me creativity must be opposed for us to find its power.

How to change society for more tolerant? Could that be your thing?

Yes, it is a question of self-esteem, values in life and where do you come from.

Out of all experiences I have had working class culture has made me think what is creativity in working class context? How do working class people create and what it means to create? As for many welders welding is an art. And I agree. It is a beautiful work and skill. It is creation made possible at work and through that it is possible to understand one’s own creativity and skill. For people in that particular industry cars are an important way of self-expression. They are well taken care of and talked about subject. Man is his car. When a new guy appears at work his car is firstly checked out. It can be brutal, because man’s personality and character depends on his wheels. How about those who take the bus?  Take a guess.

With the thinking of what is working class goes also what it does not want to be.  It cuts itself out of many possibly fruitful things it thinks are not for it. Laborers like to place the blame of misfortunes on others and stick in their own comfortable circles. This I have experienced myself several times. Funnily same goes for the Arts. It is also curious how people like to find mistakes and errors in others instead of searching themselves. Yes, a working class hero exists, and an art hero exists, but from my point of view they are posing shells, nothing else.

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Untitled photos of women

Apache Oracle said Beverly Hills is burning

Curvy Bell, face on the screen. It is playboy perfect. Why do you seek it, what is the perfect part? I have got this burning desire. There are strange qualifications for perfection.

 

The manners of communication of trying to be understood, to make myself clear, to claim my place as a thinking and worthy individual, capable member of society, it is to make oneself known, explain myself, express myself, say. Without that ability is there an I? Can I be in state of inability of expression and still be a worthy being? In that case I am on the mercy of others who do not have mercy for those who are thought to be weak. Ability and possibility of expressing my thoughts is vital in terms of growth, in terms of becoming part of. To reflect myself and get responses, get rejection or approval, I need both, I need feedback so I would not feel that I am living in a vacuum among zombies. Anything, a response, still it can be a desperate attempt if no one is interested.

Weakness. How is it defined nowadays? I am curious because my sex is again and again declared weak. Physically and mentally weaker than men. There is something in the concepts of weak and strong that put people in different positions, individual characterizing and differences between sexes used to rule and diminish. It is ever so strange because there is no stop to it. It is a reason of constant fight and discrimination. It is based on tradition, superstitions and imagining inner qualities by the outer qualities. Who qualifies? If a woman wants to pose, (I call it posing) strong she has to be like a man, take manly words, gestures, topics, tones of voice. Be a dude.

Examining the other instead of oneself. Examining by the eye. But when I read magazines for women it is all about being under a magnifying glass and how to impress. They are offering survival instructions for women, how to. It is measuring, calculative manipulation of self-image based on torture under constant observation and learning self-loath. Quasi-well-being for the wealthy, it can be bought, of course everything is for sale. Articles are ads, radiant examples of decay and cheating. It is the fear of death that is directing us to consume, fear of not living, fear of being left out, misplaced, abandoned, fear of sickness and loneliness. What defines happiness which is presumably our goal to be happy, carefree and enthusiastic, is it the emotional side to which we are stuck? Our emotions guide us. It is the reason to argue and cause disturbance: unhappiness. Happy people do not need to find anything since they are in perfect state. Is it very simple emotion to be fulfilled with little, less than most of us understand. But what is little then, what is enough, adequate, sufficient? How much of happiness is given and which part we create ourselves?

Gamblers mentality – you are making it. ”I ride the wave that’s what I do” Trading business and stuffed animals look the same: Oh, I shot a Rhino, got photographed in front of its dead body with a gun in my hand and cigarette in my mouth. Not hiding my sentiments. Hardcore sport at work and in leisure time. Enjoyment, thrill, ecstasy and orgasmic adrenaline as fuel and flow to be in, live in. Game of little boys.

Good evening. Suck on this. You crazy son of a bitch! I kill you, I kill you, I kill you Whenever there is a change there is a reaction to the change. You name it we got it. It’s a crazy world we live in. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Njoq3HDYwj0 electronic trading brings stability, it is a very efficient market place.

Documentary film Floored 2009 (see link) ends at the time of 2008. It was the time of the beginning of recession or should it be said the revealing of the financial decline, it breaking out, around and up. At the end of the film George W. Bush is giving a concerned and empathetic speech about stock market decline. He is with us, with our worries in this ”extraordinary state of economy”.  ”Some have failed, credit markets have frozen. We are at the brink of serious financial crisis.” It is a beginning of some sort.

Making a lot of money, aggressively and in a possessed way. If demons are not in there, I’ll be damned. It is not just a cattle pit. It is mental. Moneymaking is what they concentrate on doing with their body and mind focused on timing and the right hit. Which is their main goal, reason for working, big bucks, show-off and to perform. Most say they do it every day as a way of life. Macho image is part of that way of living as is smoking cigars and spending money like candy. It surely is a question of personality and values. It is  a highly masculine field and brutality of the business is very clear. Traders do not seem to be sorry about it at all. It is part of the trade to take big risks and win or get hurt. What are they trading? Numbers that go up and down.

They enjoy the game. It is a boy’s dream come true with I fucked with playmate of the month. In the film it is not mentioned what it is they are trading. It does not play a role in their thinking what the businesses are doing as long as they are winning. It is just money. We are money.

Shock is that there is no shock in the end. This is a norm. Recession is a norm.

Don’t cry on a bus where everyone can see your twisted red face and hear your misery. 

 

Don’t cry on a bus where everyone can see your twisted red face and hear your misery. 

Nighty-night (whistle while you go)