Tyttö ja puhelin, Always warms my haarat. Hajurako outouteen. Colloquial gap between people, but so much sharing.

Always Ultra Mega Fuck

Accepting human bodily functions which are seen as humorous, act of carelessness when untended, indifference to others, decay, letting yourself go, getting old, noises body makes, smells, remind of diseases and death. The uncontrollable stinks, body and all human weirdness especially for women, all that which makes us ashamed, we all share. It is disgusting and we unworthy in front of the magnitude of shit. We cannot defecate in the presence of anyone or look at the result, we feel ashamed. Hygiene tell of position in society, of culture, of fears and aspirations, how one wants to be seen, what one appreciates or what we think about judgement, because we are judged all the time and we produce shit daily, I hope. For women it is even more difficult as we must hide all that and act as nothing ever happens there and it is of course a good thing mostly, to have good manners, the more as we change bodies more artificial than ever, the topic of what is human appears important to think and do we accept human with all that comes with our bodies? Clearly not. It is a thing we can’t discuss openly, it is seen vile and very personal, still we bleach assholes. Intimate details cannot be heard but still we confess online, how fragile and sexual we are. The something in us that makes us feel dirty and of course it is dirty what comes out of us and filthy is what we become pretty quickly, if we don’t constantly take care of the odourless state we must be and maintain, somehow those who question this unquestionable get a lot of critique. We don’t want to smell anybody else’s shit, sweat, unwashed state and know why that is etc. To laugh is ok. I laughed farting to a phone, since for instance forgetting to put on deodorant makes it quickly in few hours the certain body smells and others will notice your stench. It doesn’t much matter if you took shower the same morning, so out of control body happens fast and shame follows or shaming. Out of control means you don’t care or you don’t notice yourself?

I do understand for women it is a topic of the unspoken and unheard body and what we really are, we detect and understand via smells. To say, you smell good somehow reminds me of what if I didn’t? It is a question of liking, being attracted to and our noses still function as recognising the partner, friend or who can be trusted. The question of what if I didn’t, asks do you still accept me even though I sometimes smell and like not to groom myself all the time? How much grooming a woman needs is a lot, which is also an environmental issue as a status issue (plastics in cosmetics is a massive problem) and how much control and effort does it take to appeal to tastes of others and what does this acceptance do? How do tastes of others effect our lives and must they? It can be a rebellion against neuroticism, femininity, dictating and tastes of today’s demands, grouping and more punk rock and primitive than many can tolerate. It makes people angry ,those feminists again.. nevertheless, to pay attention to how we monitor bodies of others is very acute and impacting everything. When colours of the build environment are white, gray and black, maybe stopping to think about what it means is a proper thing to do. Hygiene is a good thing, but there is a limit to it, when it is illness, it’s taking over everything. I do love soap and it is one of the best inventions. Smelling of soap makes me feel clean and refreshed and I am addicted to feeling that everyday. Getting rid of body smells takes a lot of work daily. Do we even think about it, it is so self-evident and if we could not practice our daily contemporary operations of cleanliness and beauty, would we go crazy and feel inadequate? Primitive and naive state can be liberating for a short while. It is also a question of the northern hygiene culture and sweating for example is very different in warm climates as are the smells and hygiene culture all together so very different.

Flag of sorrow. Naive art/ primitive art, childlike, instant painting is fun and an approach to hunter images.

acrylic on hardboard, 2021

Flag of sorrow

Trust equals love. Since there is no trust, love does not exist. Is it really so? Now I’m a bit scared. We live in a fascist world, you better believe it. How disgusting is that. At this point I lose my strength and fall down. I can’t believe it. I have thought love is life, living, believing, exactly believing, having faith. What if everything you believed in failed you?

But it is impossible to live without trust. To be able to trust that the food I eat is safe. So, far I have survived. 

So, are you saying that the laws for example to maintain the quality of food are made out of love? Community is to protect. Protecting is love. Simply put and said. So, I have rights as a citizen of Finland and EU and as a human being not to live like a hunted animal. A hunted animal, very funny. What if people had a collective weeping. No! But I thought it would give us some relief in these times of sadness and debt. It would be a sight everybody weeping on the street, sharing their grief, to let sadness out, lovelessness, hurt, pain, shame, hate, anger, all negativity. Do you think it would end up in laughter? Yes. Crying is pretty ridiculous. You are such an idealist. That’s why you’ll end up against the wall and be shot.