A place of lonely struggle one might think. One can learn how to picture it. How one stands, what is there, the treasure to be found. Is solitude accepted, how far is it my own and a struggle, a part that belongs to everybody. And when the fight ends, it is not in death, but in understanding what one can do and become.
my work
Mitä ajattelin ja mitä en/What Did I Think And Didn’t, 2010 paper, gouache, rubberband 19*38cm
paperi, guassi, kuminauha, 2010
love is the answer
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Everything is irritatingly misplaced
Two old ladies talking behind me in the bus about weather, ”how it is so warm today: ” how little green things are appearing, tulips and things like that”. Aroma of something burned. But I felt empathy and warmth in their wornout fragile voices which I liked. I felt sun through the glass. Microg. and chewable tablets.
Gaze, 2012
naru, naulat/thread, nails on the wall
Spillover
Carnage over lunch, arrow in his eye, swollen shields. I am not even trying to find faults in me anymore. I do not want to be in that inferior place desperately trying to fit in, because I am not fucking inferior to you. If there is a reason to know you why don’t you show it, I am not quite sure I see it.
My hand and a window ad.
Dropped Socialist angel: What is this place? It is Sign of Storm.
White headed body in the shadow of a platform, taking steps in rapid pace to direction of something in the dark. There is no light other that the ones of the train, lit from inside out.
Majakollektiivi Timanttimetsä 