He is not here Mr. Spot.

6 tammikuun, 201328 helmikuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

No?

Where is he?

I don’t know.

Ok.

Do you think I’m cruel? No. You are very blunt. I like it.

5 tammikuun, 20134 joulukuun, 2017 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Dear you, I don’t want to leave, but I cannot be still. It’s too much to ask. No one is asking but yourself. True, I demand much of me. There is no other way. I don’t want to be quiet. I want to swear, be brutal, brake my things, cast them to trash and think something concrete has left. I feel better now.
I walked heavily painted steps to the laundry room, looked like plastic. White brick walls, grey steps, black, tiny grains of ground on the top two, me climbing in slippers. That’s for the colors, particals of a walk inside. Constellation left behind in a stripped tunnel downstairs to store, leave, come back, walk through in a robe, bikes and toys. I put coins to the washing machine, the older one, it’s probably from the 80’s. It started squashing my clothes around adding water.

Looking for your auntie? You are in a wrong place. For stalkers and harassers I have a piece of an advice and a notice, find psychiatric help and stay away. If you have nothing more to give than that, Fuck off! Same goes for those who can only abuse and abandon.

4 tammikuun, 201324 tammikuun, 2024 | Henna Timanttimetsä

For me there is the element of fear always present. It’s a part of me and goes along with bravery which goes along with never giving up kind persistance and will to live. For some the weird is to be an artist or/and a woman doing the so-called men’s job, also my clothing uh, what else..my opinions and feminism, which I take very seriously as human rights. There are strange things that are weird, peculiar, odd, appalling, what else, oh yes fucked up and crazy in this world of normal. So you normal people, get a fucking life and stop boring me.

I wrote in my notes, we cannot live without a mirror, we have to look proper ( there are certain rules for that, you know). We need to see our reflection to grow, to find respect, confidence and place. To look acceptable, we have to belong to a group, get acceptance to be happy and have a livable enjoyable life, to survive (at least), become. For me becoming which is equal to creating oneself is constant. People like me who are different, are obviously a threat to some and have been since I was a kid. In some cases such eh, so-called weirdos get killed, separated from a heard, group, their family, left to isolation, are humiliated etc. I call it nature in us, the uncivilized being that rules us, that we cannot resist. As humans, how could we be more humane, not animals, not to let nature in us dictate nor our delusions of what is good and what is not, or what is normal. There isn’t a normal. If everybody is unique then isn’t a norm impossibility. Sure we can live by the unwritten rules of what is acceptable. I want to write my life myself. I am not here to fulfill your expectations. Got that?

Seeing and not seeing. How seeing is possible. Seeing well and right. Well, we have our heads, eyes see what you are wearing. What seeing is? Do we need eyes to see? What do I see? Why do I see? To live. I need to live.  Why I have a feeling that people think I cannot see. It’s so weird to be diminished like that. I see better than most funnily. That is no over-reaction. What is to live? And why do you live for? For now I live for my art and work. They give me the most pleasure. I feel alive thanks to art. ARTIE!!! It’s a being, a weirdo. Does it have a sex? NOOOOOO! Does art have sex? I hope so. Don’t be ashamed. I’m not.

PS. Still it amazes me how regulated the arts is. Hypocrites! Lolling, and can’t help from lolling enough. If in the so-called fine arts there is a norm as it seems, what is acceptable for an artist to be like or to do as art is being somehow pinpointed, then fuck it. Keep your empty shells, hollow talk and pedagogical spaces. PEDAGOGICAL SPACES – Joke of the 2012 and counting…

Kuva | 3 tammikuun, 201328 helmikuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

dream about you

How many triangles can you see?

2 tammikuun, 201328 helmikuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Blue skies takes you to the land of the Pharaohs. She didn’t know. How many? I ask again. What am I looking? She asked. A man, number threes, a passport, obsession, dependency. I need you to pattern. Who do you need? Who is that you need? To need somebody. We all need somebody. To take care. Triangle, is that the pattern it creates? I’m in love with you. I have never been so much in love. What’s the molecule structure of that emotion? It must have one, because we are in the end patterns entwined.

Wanna hear something funny? I paint porcelain as a hobby. After being finished I trash the items and throw them to the garbage and start all over again.

Paint Porcelain : Porcelain Painting
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fiRNqYlDLU

Yearly hair, early work

1 tammikuun, 201328 helmikuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Happy birthday! Thank you. But it’s not my birthday.
I was cleaning my closets and look what I found, isn’t she cute, cutie. I’d say hot. Agreed. Don’t remember how that chocolate brand was, tasted, though. I probably just liked the wrapping paper, because it’s in my archive.

kaikki tai ei mitään

28 joulukuun, 20124 joulukuun, 2017 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Liikkumattomuus vaivaa, vaivaannuttaa. Niin ja äly. Ihmisten järki. Älyn moninaiset ilmenemismuodot eivät pääse oikeuksiinsa, on niin paljon epäilyä, hierarkkisia asetelmia, pätemistä, liikettä, businessta, ihmisiä jotka ihmettelevät toisiansa eivätkä ymmärrä. Miksi ihmisen mieli on niin monimutkainen ja kuitenkin tahdomme yksinkertaistaa sen? Vai onko tuo yksinkertaistaminen välttämätöntä jonkunlaisen samuuden saavuttamiseksi? Että on olemassa outoja, helvetin kummallisia ja outoja asioita, joita ihmismieli tekee, siis saa ihmiset tekemään käsittämättömiä, ja joiden kaikkien edellä mainittujen välttäminen on välttämätöntä, jotta tietty järjestys säilyisi. Ensin täytyy määrittää outo. Käytös, joka ei ole soveliasta. Iankaikkinen samanlaisuus, johon ei mahdu.