Artist is the art.

Teapot and hammer

Do I kill myself, do I destroy myself? What is art for me other than constant rebirth.

Is it like going through my birthing without recollection of it, only with the sense of force of how it happened. How it might have happened and am I become always different. Force of birth became me, which lit me up and it puzzles me, force of new in me, of comfort, uncomfortable and the never present fulfilment. The moment, the happening, faces, noises, appearing and thoughts of my birth, my red face in a photograph. Me coming onto this earth, unexpectedly. I was allowed to be born, let out, led to instructions and be without them. I allow myself be born over and over again. What do I make of myself is a plan, map and is spontaneous pain and joy of making from scratch. I never know the complete result of me. There is work to be done.

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#titsytitsy

Mitä ajattelin ja mitä en/What Did I Think And Didn’t, 2010 paper, gouache, rubberband 19*38cm

paperi, guassi, kuminauha, 2010

johnnyb0731 24 minutes ago I have a question about this episode. Were the German subtitles out of sync by multiple scenes when they watched this? For me there was no subtitles during the German was being spoken but they would pup up a few minutes later when we were back in the prison

We got the tango and a horse called syphilis. Drop some things, flush the toilet fucker. Not hugely excited. I’m not quite sure what this all is about, but I shall proceed.

How to watch the video your head on the other side

How to use time? Why leave earlier than is necessary? Don’t wake up when it’s too late.

Time, which we do not have. Let’s not waste the wasted, let’s not become waste. Contradiction and thrill of will to live, waves of emotions and chemistry in my cells. There is never enough time, courage, energy nor thought, never enough will, one might say. Never enough people behind the noble cause of saving the earth. Oh the never-ending lack, ill, doubt and talk. Like one might think, it is always too late to act, why do anything. It is too dangerous. Why not just live for oneself. How can small individuals do anything for change. It is, of course, the awfully wrong way to see things and to see oneself. To lose hope, to lose trust and faith that things might be changeable, that I and we might be able to accomplish something to push through that complicated deed, like superheroes and revolutionaries who do not wish to make dictatorships.
 
Speech for the future is exactly this. How every moment has its meaning, how every person and thing do have meaning and strength of theirs. To find it out what to do and how are the difficult issues for everyone to learn. It is not about how to organize mass of people, but how to organize oneself.

Concept of Fuckability

Maybe I have to open this a little bit (how about it?) and sex-appeal.
I would like to stick something inside you. It is madness. She is mad.

 

love is the answer

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