To start a new year

Kuva | 5 tammikuun, 201711 maaliskuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Work of rubber bands on my studio wall, work of clay on the floor.

5 tammikuun, 20173 maaliskuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

You belong to me – Series of women killed by their husbands.

Kuva | 5 tammikuun, 201710 maaliskuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Balloons

Kuva | 5 tammikuun, 201711 maaliskuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

You owe Bolsheviks your freedom. For what it is worth.

3 tammikuun, 20171 maaliskuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

So run, although owing something to someone means you should stop and pay your dues, stop running about and do what you’re to do for those who did something for you. We are indebted to the idealists.

It is a halting thought to be linked as if hanging on to those who you thought did not count or matter for whatever reason. The distance is so lengthy, the legacy is so smudged. Filthy Bolsheviks. Those hunted and despised having changed everything from the bottom up. It is a haunting thought that does not let go.

I wanted to be a poet. Now I am. Isn’t that freedom?

In the time of perfect images there is something about photos that are damaged.

Kuva | 3 tammikuun, 201711 maaliskuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Kronstadt 2001

Could not have said it better myself.

2 tammikuun, 20171 maaliskuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

https://lareviewofbooks.org/article/a-smuggling-operation-john-bergers-theory-of-art/#! ”A love of art has been a useful concept to the European ruling classes for over a century and a half. The love was said to be their own. With it they could claim kinship with the civilisations of the past and the possession of those moral virtues associated with “beauty”. With it they could also dismiss as inartistic and primitive the cultures they were in the process of destroying at home and throughout the world.”