She looked like she had been treated like so badly all her life and that made her disturbed and disturbing./ Strange dream.

Killer, pencil on paper, acrylic on canvas, 2022

Slutness is a blame and label that has always been there, waiting to be revealed. She becomes a whore when you keep calling her that since little girl. You can beat the monster alive.

Strange dream

Strange dream
I have been trying to understand the concept living to the fullest (since I began to read women’s magazines.) First, I looked for paper dolls to cut out functioning with feeling of lack. I Had a dream in which I was in a place I had been in a dream before. It was remembering a dream in a dream. I wanted to find a paint that would paint a room in similar blue to simulate a deep ocean. Such paint was hugely expensive and demanded a lot of pigment. I visited a paint store that sold (the only one) that particular paint and wanted to see this valuable stuff, though I could not afford it. The store was also painted in blue. There was nothing else, but the paint mixer in the middle of that blue room, two saleswomen smiling and they asked if I wanted to buy something. I just came to ask for the price of the miraculous substance.

There was also a large garden, that I had only seen flying low over, garden with naturally round trees, lilac flowers. I was in awe. Plane made an oldish propeller sound. Strange visiting places in dreams where you have only visited before in dreams that only exist in dreams.

Naming a horse

Untitled series of gouaches from 1999, 75*55cm.

Naming a horse
Smell of whiskey
Kicking hard
Black beauty
Running fast
Flying fish
Silver bullet
Indian summer
Dancing fox
Immortal light
Amazing grace
Flickering skies
Blinded love
Forever’s chase
Awakening beauty
Amorette’s ballet
Wildfire twilight
Orchid blooming
Orchid smelling like a jungle
Wild dance in the night
Himalaya Campari
Amber dancer
Keener than keen
King’s step ahead
Sangria on four legs running like with no reason.
Miss Finland, my absolute favourite.

Swam in Kylie Swim yet? How’s the ocean? (I’m a bitch, I’m a boss and I sound like loss lyrics by Doja Cat)

Killer, pencil on paper, acrylic on canvas, 2022
SWIMMING IN THE SEA OF IMAGES AND WHAT TO MAKE OF THEM. Loss of imagination, loss of authenticity, loss of originality looking for fame and making your own reality. For some the world is too real.