Juhani Palmun alla. Palmu nimeltä Juhani. Lajien synty, synty lajien./Fu-tourist. Travelling is a performance.

Fu-tourist (does it sound like I have a flu?)

Fu-tourist

Future of change, I wish and work for change, to change, for a change, give me some change, change a tune for a change, change clothes, change the way you walk, change the way you live, change the way you talk, change the way you sleep, change the way you have breakfast. I think about it so much it has become a mantra and I begin to play with the thought of change. The word what it means to me, what it means to anybody. It is difficult, because for me, it is a necessity and a self-evident part of life. As I see it people are afraid of changes especially those which demand us to give up something. Changes may have an ominous tone in them. Silent doom, change is absolute, change is fear, change is fearlessness, change is good and bad, profitable, there is a thought of profit in the word. To change there must be something to gain, there must be an end and a new beginning, something good. Economically it can be wise to learn to give instead of taking, but in the light of everything, what happens now in the world, it looks like things do change rapidly, one way or the other. To demand the world to change for better is a cry. Is it a too common a phrase to be taken seriously? What kind of attitudes there are in general towards changing habits, attitudes, altering ways of knowing and looking, eating, wanting and doing. It is requiring substantial volume to make dramatic changes happen. A lot of energy focusing and learning. I say dramatic because changes to make our ways of living sustainable and wiser need a total turnover. That means a lot of work, not looking for easy ways out. There aren’t any.

Descent into hell. Icon. Second half of the 14th century. Collection of the State Russian Museum

Descent into hell. Icon. Second half of the 14th century. Collection of the State Russian Museum 

Divine Harmony, there was a dark hair in between the first pages of the booklet. Lucernarium psalms and stikhirad (verses)
O mild Light, mercy of Peace, praise
troparion (something repeated) short hymn 

polyphonic we
drink coffee out of vases,
hang ourselves to trees and ceilings
no time to get gloomy though.
Week of the Blindman with clay in his eyes
I think he was telling me the truth on Easter Monday. 

Couple of lines from a movie Big Bullet written down for fun: My name is Bird. My name is Bird. My name is Bird. 

Don’t stare at me. Please. My name is Apple. Forget Fiona.
My name is Jeff. Anything else?
My name is Tongues of fire?
Maybe, You want blood on your hands? Why would I want that? 

Meri

2001: Age of innocence (Are you a believer?)

Feed a hungry child, donate to school feeding programme.

2001: age of innocence.

How to draw a bambi?

How to draw a bambi?

How to draw a bambi?
You need to ditch that chewing gum.

You think about the
bambi gliding puzzled on ice with other drawn characters in the movie.

You will shit on yourself when you die. Timeless truth which makes you want to eat less.

Take a pen and draw big eyes.
Imagine babylike head of a deer.
Cuteness, big eyelashes, watery watery
puzzled eyes. Start with kind strokes with the pen like you were petting the head with your hand. Draw outlines and hair bit by bit, slowly. What kind of ears do bambis’ (bombs) have?
Kind of delicate but large.

I wanna be a model and be seen by many. I wanna be discovered, I wanna be found, I wanna be rich.

I wanna be a model and be seen by many. I wanna be discovered, I wanna be found, I wanna be rich.

Hi, my name is, hi my name is, Hi, my name is, I would really like to be a model, I would really like to be a model, I would really like to be a model, a high fashion model, a high fashion model. I am sixteen years of age, I am fifteen, I am eighteen years of age. I come from Russia, I come from Latvia, I come from Poland. I have long blond hair and blue eyes, I weight fifty kilos and am 175 centimeters tall. I can walk and look the look. I love high heels and miniskirts and I turn the heads on the street when I walk. I have been told I could be a model, because I am beautiful and slank. That is what you want, isn’t it. Here is my picture. I also have a portfolio of poses taken by a professional photographer. To be in a magazine on front page is my dream and to be admired. True woman is feminine and takes care of her femininity.

Despair? What despair?

Performance two

There is a jar, a large glass jar half full of water on the table.
There is a group of people around the table and then there is you. Group of people standing by the table. The person in charge takes the jar, goes to an open window and pours the water out the window in silence.
Glass jar is returned to the table and given to one of those people standing by the table, then this person shouts or screams in to the jar in one’s own way.
Performance is finished when everyone has passed on the jar,
till everyone has screamed or shouted in the jar. No words, just noise.

Escaped surprise

Green the color, yellow the color, leaves the color, color that left. Or it is there to notify, some shade of bright to make us see an enterprise, initiative of particular. Endless topic of us of what color are we, what season, what ideology do we stand for, we do stand for, always for something and like. Necessity to like to feel enjoyment and standing. What color to like, what colorless question to let out and what plain answer to give, short answer, because one is entitled to answer to such question of basic personal favorite. What is your personal input in this? Could one ask why do you want to know? Such attitude is hostile, to question the question. Does the answer make one more soft, acceptable and friendly when you know person’s most liked shade, named, preferred, enjoyed the wavelength of light hitting that wall of corrugated iron.