Weather is fine eli hyvä sää.

guassi paperille, 2022

Au Fingo

So, you are telling me like I don’t know spacing. OH, what kids’ issue, please. Well, I enjoy exhausting myself, momentarily fatigue gives me great pleasure. The illusions people create collecting experiences like trophies. What illusions are those? Transparent take­aways. Like Transgressed Thursdays. What got transgressed on Thursday? never­ explained numbness. Doesn’t make any sense whatsoever. What? Not even on a beach, especially not on a beach.

Innovative lipstick for you
Revolutionary night creme
Lashes for you dear

Let’s talk more my bunny!
March 6, 2013

Hello! My name is Tanya.  I am lonely Russian woman from Ulyanovsk. I hope you will interested in my letter or in my structure in agency. I have decided to write to you really liked to me. Some more about me…. I am 25, I have finished medical university in our city and now I work as the children’s doctor. My free time I spend on a hippodrome, as I 7 years am engaged in equestrian sport. I think more about my appearance will tell you my photos. If you want to learn more about me you may write me to Zvyereva68@yandex.ru Also if you want to ask me some questoins (if interested in me), please write me and I promise answer you and also I will send you more of my photos. Bye for now.

I hope it’s letter will not without your reply. ?  

(SUCK THE BONES.)

When is revolution, Irrational right and wrong, essays and poems, 2014 can be found on the menu

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.