Monster tan

Definition of doing, how small, how much and what. Moving.
Always under surveillance, under looking-glass,
cyclist passing by with a cheer and a hat, peeping non-sleeper enjoying little light through narrow slits, time when everything sounds loud. You breathe like a horn was blown and buffed to call something. Options for solitude and thoughts of all kinds, scales of absurd and trauma to your left shoulder and over, tissue damage visible cut over a cut.

Women who are dirty. Women who between their legs are dirty, they are ashamed and shamed, should be washed. Skin is dirty, armpits smell, hair is clumpy unwashed. Weed of deep-sea traveled to the feet still smelling of that salt and water, of that depth of unknown and scare, swoosh hoist her to look at her in the light. In the of day miss dUMbBum scared eyes in the light diagnosis of day set her.

Promised land of BULK, some torture

My body does revolution

Define a nice body, the nicest body, say you have a nice body. Why do we constantly look at our bodies? Bodies of others? Bodies, booties, chests, breasts, hips, thighs, elbows, faces, hair.
Tell me is it your body the one you are in, is it the nicest one you could have? The one you are in, you inhabit, the one you look at, the one you look faults from, compare, torment.
Is it a body you wish you had?
How will you have a body of dreams of this culture of body, such a body?
What kind of body your body is?
How will your body evolve to be the one you’d like? What will you have to do?
What kind of effort does a body need? What does body need? Bodies that have needs or minds who need bodies?
How to enjoy body, why are bodies to be enjoyed firstly? What is the culture of hedonism, vanity and lust that craves nice bodies?

 

Art is impotentti

Sex-ed, the sexiest Ed. from Henna on Vimeo.

Just laughing

Joensuu 2000

2008

Laidat/Edges, paper on wall, cutouts, 2012

Where I aim? I aim to be the best I can be. It seems to be quite much and possibly too much for society to handle. Why is that?

I am told I work much. Well, I like what I do and it is who I am. I push myself for a reason and it brings me joy in a world where there is little joy for someone like me. So I invent my joy and reason for living. This time and age we are warned not to concentrate too much on work, but as an artist it is compulsory, at least for me, to concentrate and focus, pay attention. I wish more people would do that. So don’t come and tell me how much I should work, don’t comment the amount of work. It is boring and useless. I know my work myself. I have been doing this enough to know when to rest. If you are concerned, I can say I sleep well and enough. Thank you for your concern. Or was it me you were concerned or something else? That I might become excellent at what I do, a threat because I am skilled? It is funny to see how a woman is a threat and becomes a threat, for women and men. When I am a welder I am seen as competitor and if I am better than men I sure as hell am threatening. Women cannot be better at work that is men’s work traditionally. Same goes with art and science. First there is huge doubt, ”She will not make it”. Well as difficult as it is made for me to make it, I have made something out of the difficulty haven’t I.
Here is a piece of advise: When young women and women of any age want to try out a male-dominated work do not bring them down, because you are afraid they will become better at the work, invent news ways of doing and take your jobs, your opportunities, take the glory which is meant for you, because you are men. In schools which aim to the average, which tell student they are not able to succeed, competition is so heavy etc. kind of thing that drags down and does not encourage, I can say you have got the wrong kind of teachers. Cynicism and doubt do not belong to the attitude of a good teacher. Students are the ones you must believe in, always.

1. Produce Excellence, Not “Above Average”https://hbr.org/2015/05/how-the-navy-seals-train-for-leadership-excellence?utm_source=Socialflow&utm_medium=Tweet&utm_campaign=Socialflow

Can I enjoy my little joy? Is it a sin? Depends what your joy is.