What is liberation in the modern world and is the idea of liberation linked to the idea of modern? New liberal political actions which like to have light of good empowerment upon them. What do they, these forces of good, want to liberate and how do we feel ourselves liberated or free under a constant threat? What is it to be and make liberal reality, liberation happen and for whom is it even possible if anyone? Is it a question of choice and luck? Is freedom there to be taken? Does it happen when spoken about, liberation revealing itself when we dare to speak up? Is that the beginning of liberation when there is freedom to speak up for anyone, have knowledge to know of what to say, for sure. My question is is freedom in how we act? Media makes it so that speaking up becomes a spectacle which itself says at least act like you know what to say with added emotion. When to call oneself liberal, to take liberty of defining oneself as something is to know who one is, belong to a conceptual frame of a thinking aware individual who has feeling of self-worth, who has been given that feeling and right. One chooses to belong or you are manipulated to belong or you have no choice but to belong or one is entitled to belong. Feeling emotional about social injustices which happen to others, to you, being influenced by what happens anywhere and to what extend injustices in the world impact life elsewhere is part of my question. One has to know when it is time to act on behalf of the other. take liberty to act on behalf of someone. It is when you are free to speak up without fear and put your ego aside.
Artist is the art.
Digging into concept, act and idea of revolution, which we all have constructed in our minds to mean specific kind of event, maybe we take it for granted what revolution means and understand it plainly as aggressive social political chaotic act. It is mass event and making revolution is a necessity setting the world to understand the inevitability of change on attitude level, on every possible level of being human. Though we live in already revolutionized world it is an issue always constant and acute. I take feminist perspective into it, into changing the world more tolerant and equal which work is done around the globe by many as we speak. What are the results of work of activists, dissidents and artists is on display in social media and other media. My means in comprehending the phenomena: written text and art which means have an important role in making social change visible. Interesting is the personal input of everyone who wishes to do revolution. It is an energetic and demanding effort and it takes all of me.
Lumière a girl in jeans, look at the light. Where do you place your hands?
He asked if I had gone any further. How far do you want me to go? What do you think I should find? Is it something particular?
I try to measure every word and I realize it is not enough, because then I am not me, but trying to please someone else.
Precious things
Speed of change, speed of time, there is a time capsule in change, my time in every moment. I have no time. Waiting it to happen, saying, phrasing what it is one wants to change. Framing to tell we have no other alternative. It is settling and alarming at the same time, maybe an effort to find crystallised, a meaning and explanation of what happens, what might happen and why. Timing, what happens with timing, in time, in waiting, in lining up, in hurry, in speed which media and civilization bring to our lives. Speed of pictures, speed of events, speed of a runner, speed of a shutter, speed of changing clothes. Speeding, measuring, comparing, working, staying put.
DIY
How to end extreme poverty and why it has not ended already?
How to end poverty of mind and emotion?
How to give compassion room?
When is collective love going to happen? Why is it an illusion? Why is it naive?
What could collective love, caring and sharing be globally and locally? How could compassion be taught and kindness be appreciated?
When facing death it is difficult to dare.
To seek social change in the means of art, feminism and pacifism is demanding task to take up. It is a battle and the opposition is bigoted patriarchal power of money and circles of buddies. One is persistent to find nonviolent methods and understand meaning of nonviolence, difference between hurt and unhurt, what kind of behavior is hurting and try to avoid it. It takes creativity and character to fight nonviolently and believe it is effective. To act violently is very direct and simple. It requires psychological tools to evaluate violent behavior in oneself and others. It requires self-criticism, self-reflection and will to change. To change is hard work and it expects one to know what is wrong. Violence verbally, mentally, socially, physically, environmentally, culturally happens as a rule and is very much a learned behavior pattern. It is an everyday practice and very much approved survival game which we play. We are ruled with mental violence and constant threat. Modern threats displayed for us daily in media like unemployment, poverty, terrorism and immigration. In media future is made to look like an unknown scary place to which we go scared and probably unprepared. With this way of living it will be a scary place, no doubt. How do we confront the other and what is the difficulty in confronting oneself? What is the social platform we can interact with, what is the game we do, make and like to call ours, what is the life worth living. What is the violent deed there is, is the assumption how people should live, image given by media, movies, cultural heritage and celebrity culture. Nonviolence means prohibiting physical and mental hurt, torture and bullying. How can I make active living revolution? Write about it explosively, radically making inspirational working mental riot?
What is belief, what is devotion, what is the will to live.
Essential problematic of living is how one despite difficulties, heartache and other turmoil brought upon most everybody, one is capable of finding possibilities within oneself? I can speak for myself. Despite what anybody says you alone must know what you want to do, you must learn to know who you are.
I have consciously learned to be in every moment not looking for the next moment like living the future as now, but living the now as worth while happening and learned to appreciate this moment. And why is this important?
Puta madre conceptual garden sub specie aeternitatis, where every deed happens.
Truth is a bitch. Say the truth and you will be smacked around.
out-of-place, naturally dislocated
Nymphaea looked for her earring on living room floor carpet. She said she has bad eyes. Great Horned Owl in her, in her bra was tightly pressured against her skin. Wanted to study her pressure marks, sunken bloodless steps on her, leaps of red. I thought it must have hurt to wear such bra. To wear underwear she did shaping her form. She always had a nightgown for me with a cartoon figure. I loved her furniture. She hung her jewelry on corners of her dressing table with oval shape mirror. Smelling her bottles. Her sheets, her plastic pearls, her things, her and valuables, details, piles of magazines. Hers, language of her. I looked for it through her hanging clothes sitting on the floor. I poured everything that was in the box on the floor. language of clichés
language of beauty
language of trauma
language of banality
language of architecture language of aggression
language of being a child
language of being alive
language of acting out
language of close
language of an old woman
language of dust
language of turquoise
out-of-place, naturally dislocated
Nymphaea looked for her earring on living room floor carpet. She said she has bad eyes. Great Horned Owl in her, in her bra was tightly pressured against her skin. Wanted to study her pressure marks, sunken bloodless steps on her, leaps of red. I thought it must have hurt to wear such bra. To wear underwear she did shaping her form. She always had a nightgown for me with a cartoon figure. I loved her furniture. She hung her jewelry on corners of her dressing table with oval shape mirror. Smelling her bottles. Her sheets, her plastic pearls, her things, her and valuables, details, piles of magazines. Hers, language of her. I looked for it through her hanging clothes sitting on the floor. I poured everything that was in the box on the floor. language of clichés
language of beauty
language of trauma
language of banality
language of architecture language of aggression
language of being a child
language of being alive
language of acting out
language of close
language of an old woman
language of dust
language of turquoise
Big Bang Chills
She is quite a girl. You should see her take her clothes off.
Majakollektiivi Timanttimetsä 