Don’t be afraid.

Fight,
always.
Never give
up.

So what am I fighting for? And how am I doing the battle? At the moment right here, in a couple of weeks somewhere else. It’s good to point out the most important issues to shout about and my strategy is to fight without bloodshed and large body count. So far I have not considered myself as an activist. I have been thinking it simple, since I don’t go around much and to be an activist one has to be active and be busy shouting for the cause. I have considered myself as a passivist that likes to make a difference in a quiet way and I’m intrigued and thrilled that it is possible. It seems that something has happened! But what?

My art is such that it requires only small amount of materials and physical work. Isn’t it great! Yes. So, It’s not laziness. I’m fascinated by the idea that little is more and I’m learning away of being hugely industrious. But ideas are what I love, dreams and fantasies, I’ll be industrious in them. I have found it most pleasurable and effective to do as little as I can, but I like to have a huge impact, like an explosion in the brain, explosion here meaning new kind of comprehension and insight into living and loving. I avoid any spectacles. I cannot be in one. I can’t stand the panic feeling I get. Or the feeling of uselessness of a spectacle. Sometimes the big size eats the contents of it all and sometimes the size becomes more important than the issue at hand.

But fight is a spectacle. To be strongly against something and point something out brings out a spectacle, like it or not. Especially in a world that thinks is perfect like the Arts. Especially among the people who think have no flaws or cannot be criticized. Life as it is a spectacle, it cannot be avoided if one wants to be part of the World and bring out ones views in it. As one wants. Could we be one consciousness? Could we be one? We surely are complicated.

My fight started from the constant experience that people are not equal, from the wonderment why is it so and what can be done about it. Also if equality is fully possible, what would it really be and mean.

Untitled photos of women


Oh la la

Ciao Poodles. Wanna a trim? You can call and have an appointment avec moi. I’ll trim you like you never been before. Wuf-wuf. Also milk the cow with my other hand, so you can come as a couple, meaning as you are. See ya.

Indeed

Art is interesting in many ways.

Like it really makes you think. Or should I say wonder.

A-haa, yes I should.

Makasin selälläni sängylläni
herättyäni
pää jalkopäässä
lakana ikkunassa, sininen pölyinen
kesäaurinko keskeltä tuota verhoa
tulvi.
Avasin silmäni ja vertasin maiseman värejä
avatusta sivuikkunasta
pesemättömästä siivilästä. Pienestä raosta näkyi moniulotteisemmin.

So there are issues artists cannot touch, Fine art has to be nice and clean. Sounds like a joke. Sounds dead to me. asch you so dramatic. Well it’s serious business. Art. It’s about business image. To me it’s about ideas.

Art strictly regulated, Galleries some people aren’t welcome to (was it my clothes or my face).. neither of that shit is worth having. (She must be crazy. Paranoid?) Fine art is scared of bags, appalled by an open mouth, likes to laugh at those who look weak, shallow unfortunately, quite stylishly fucking boring standing on a pedestal with secretarial huge boobies and wet cunt having a barbecue sucking thumb. Huge cunt sucking thumb, what a sight. Should I be interested in an art collection by someone whose father got rich selling guns? Does it matter? What matters? Hunger. But they are highly ranked. Sigh. How Useless.

Not worrying about a thing, try to live fearlessly.

I’m going to learn to sleep sitting down, at stations, wake up when someone approaches, touches, breathes towards me, sleep when it’s light, work in the night under a newspaper. I will not be afraid. I will be a document of strength, of survival, sleeping and waking up, walking, looking. Sleeping under a tree, passers-by gaze, maybe fear. Becoming the environment, giving up my comfortable bed, my isolated room, safety, quiet space for only me. Exposing myself to danger, disorder and death, but also harmony, beauty and life. There is a lot to live for, lot to see and experience.

Kronstadt 2001

Treated like a terrorist? What the hell did you do? But he is a funny man. Aha ha ha a. Secretarial loath panic hate crew, whose world is centered around themselves, keep on typing.

eh. I take photographs, are they provocative perhaps, definitely.. I like provocative alarming mind-tickling work with info of the World we live in. Oh yes also, I tend to criticise practises in the fine arts and hit the nerve. They don’t take criticism too well, isn’t it odd. Yes. There is a lot to criticise. Like how did he get the pictures for the column? Hopefully the scene seems more transparent now and in the future, hope art is for everybody, because at some point I thought it’s not for me. Isn’t it curious. You are right it isn’t for you.

Do I like bombs? No, not really, but they exist and cause horrible damage in people’s lives.

(So you thought I was commenting you with my pictures. Why would I have.)