Let’s have a converstation

9 heinäkuun, 201531 elokuun, 2017 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Hello my name is Victor. What is your name?

Is there someone Rodin didn’t fuck?

7 heinäkuun, 2015 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Men are racy, masculine, righteous, fun-loving, talented, strong, doing whatever their gender is suppose to do as given to them, gender that has been conducting its calling without much objection because no one is opposing truly or giving other kinds of behavior models, when there is no one with authority telling what is not right to do, authority has to be taken. When authority thinks everything is alright and art represents the good in society it is time to look in to the mirror.

Women do the same as men they are crazy. She breaks the unwritten rules of what is good manner of the business. To my recollection something as good manners has not existed in art. An unknown female artist is a prey as is art student.

Sexism in art is not dealt with. It is alive as ever. To become an artist one has to start from dealing with sexism within the scene. It is so strikingly open, alive and approved that it is unbelievable. Civilized and sophisticated? Anything but. It is a legitimate fear that the person who addresses these issues openly will be shut out.

Payback time?

7 heinäkuun, 2015 | Henna Timanttimetsä

To my knowledge those who are paid more look down on those who are paid less. Those who are not paid at all are in worst situation. We get paid by what we deserve? I truly hope so. My simple conclusion is that humans are dictated by money, ranking of value of people is done by what one possesses and is paid. Money has straight forward correlation to professionalism and ability. The more one is paid the better that person is at what she or he does. How to prove one’s capabilities in this kind of system is to make friends with those who have got the money, impress them in their game and do the same as those who have money do. What kind of culture this creates is interesting and something we have right now. Credentials to one’s professionalism are more valid the more professionals one knows personally, the more opportunities one gets is via being known. It makes a culture of contacts not friends. To be able to say one is in is a sign of having wealth of relationships, circles which have made the illusion of making something good and valuable. Risks in closed up circles is that they rot inside without those who are inside noticing, without them having the courage to step outside that safe haven of security when they notice they should. Power corrupts, culture needs to be reinvented, something has to be destroyed. To fall high is scary but sometimes it has to happen. Wish it happened more often.

Kuva | 1 heinäkuun, 201531 elokuun, 2017 | Henna Timanttimetsä

tell me what is corrupt here, Red riding Hard-on

Kuva | 26 maaliskuun, 201531 elokuun, 2017 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Dilemma of a genuine girl is how to stay genuine in a world that does not appreciate genuineness. Genuineness goes for antique vendible objects, designed special effects. To know one is genuine one needs a label, a brand and a signature. One’s ideals and one’s nature can be disregarded as not needed. It happens so easily.

4 helmikuun, 201527 helmikuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

I should have solved my rage already but I haven’t. It has proven to be the unsolvable, useful and lasting as an enforcing part of my mind and I accept it as a mess. I have come to some terms with it in a way that I do not prevent it from showing itself as much as I used to. I know it is in the way and between me and the canned civilized world and that girls are taught not to show their rage, not to be bad as the negative, aggression self-evidently is. Anger and it’s mercilessness is much an unused and given too little respect. The directness thrills me, force of anger and all kinds of verbs to help the imagining plus profanities that are in anger. Doing and saying things that are not allowed like they didn’t exist. Saying aloud the descriptive, the amount of the feeling, a hidden secret and the mountain of inner strength one can have, what power that is. Pulling my hair myself one might think and liking it, making things difficult when they could be easy. It is like the line in a movie where girl called Liz says ”you should be running…” You know the movie? It is the girl who can light herself in flames. Of course she is in a mental institution for her and everybody else’s good.

If rage was an object that could be removed from inside of me and put on a shelf for me to feel everything could be done without it, that I would not feel enraged but so calm like everything was fine. Parts of me placed on shelves in my home. It is as the society that does not want me as I am but the little bits of me as long as they stay likable and only partly visible. In a way things and I stay unsolved to all and for some reason that is the good way.
And to do with it, to do away with it is to become better. It is an illness in a society that relies on people staying calm, denying the negative, cocooning rage, not showing how we in part feel. I cannot stay that way. Impossible.

The word may have lost something to my ear. It is not exactly the perfect interpretation of reality, not the precise term for the mass of my destructive self, the all of it and the massiveness it feels like. Not what I experience as me. Aggression is probably more close. We should be healed from it? We are scared of aggressive emotions. It is unpredictable how angry people behave and react. What such feelings make us do can be only the inevitable. we are taught to learn to take other people’s fears into consideration, the panic which we want to avoid but constantly live in. In a world where mere screaming is too much to take is paranoid. It is strange to say to be enraged in a panicky world, waiting to explode.