Artist is the art.

Is he just playing or what is he doing? Why do you want to play with me? I am not a toy. 

| Henna Timanttimetsä
Is he just playing or what is he doing? Why do you want to play with me? I am not a toy. 

Stony ground drank herself to death

| Henna Timanttimetsä

wept green rage
lachrymose trashed surface of psyche
weeper pulling and pulling as much as she could see from her tears and running nose
opening mines, ore of gutters, excavation of self, can opener, cans, canisters, junk, barrels of mud
It is an unopened well gone unnoticed the sweet water and soothing sound of liquid

Obsession!

Kuva | | Henna Timanttimetsä

What do religions mean by standing on foundations of supernatural and having authority to define the natural, through belief and tradition? It is a fact that science has developed in an enormous speed and has proved evolution and shown us how nature works. What is the difference between fact and fiction must be clear for any sane person. Belief and concrete evidence of our biology do speak different tongues. That is what we are biological beings, part of nature. No I am not denying faith nor divinity, to me they speak differently than any religious doctrines and heads of churches.

| Henna Timanttimetsä
Why female body continues to remain the main object of terror and possession of man? Women are still fighting for human rights to happen on many levels. But all in all women’s rights have taken big steps forwards globally during couple of decades, lots is still to be done. It is astonishing how heavy the battle is.

Tomahawk, 2012

Kuva | | Henna Timanttimetsä

Semi-Opaque leggings, liquorice between teeth

| Henna Timanttimetsä

Time in blizzard. Some time spent watching it take over air. Proliferation of perfect plural seemingly alike white. It is not time to abandon adolescent
disparity of two legs, points of stars in snow
external world of accidence coming down fast, shadowless anti-human riot

scam of a pink poodle.

| Henna Timanttimetsä

What•

breathe, in order to have faith to this interrogation of present of delinquency

| Henna Timanttimetsä

Fear guides me, that is what I trust. Battle that cannot be won, but it has to be fought. Deliberate subversion unraveled with such speed. Enraged, cloudy, earthly, muddy, dark, behind and under, in
experiencing historical ontology of me, of ourselves, of that other I see and don’t, verifying existence via cruelty, inner must of terror which drives me. Fear that keeps me going. Abomination, afraid when

afraid always, keeping me alert, a pulled string, pulling

Episteme

| Henna Timanttimetsä

Meaningfully vulgar, foul contingency
and open arms them to be cohesive, to bind us together, Juicy Lucy, should I believe her, taste her orange. Her disorder, her glory and glow, techniques of domination, open arms, tenderness and warmth. Standing powerlessly not moving an inch, only my eyelids do their reflex shutter movement on my lenses as I capture the moment to my archive of every moment in my life. The wet grass that I am standing on has given up on winter and black earth. Dividing practices come without forcing. There is something I cannot stand and it is a lie of affection. How much do we live in world of abstractions. Is all abstract? Sensing and reasoning to have sensed and reasoned. Certain amount of rage which follows, burns, boils over and torments. Deflower the girl. Deflowering earth. Deflowering her. Considered ruined. Difference is experienced. Deflowering truth.