Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

The art critic as cartoonist

The first by Ad Reinhardt, The second via and the third probably from

Friday, January 6, 2012

Random Mirror making

Photo on 2012-01-03 at 14.15

Screen shot 2012-01-04 at 10.49.01 PM

Some work in progress shots from Kutomo, two nights till the opening *__*

Some neighbor has been listening to a really fat bass beats all night.

I've been listening to:
Elite Gymnastics mix with Korean Pop and Industrial and an annoying name which is actually super good

Begena-sele gena by Alemu Aga... an Ethiopian Arthur Russell, pure beauty

Claudine Chirac - Nautilus

annnndddd a lot of basic Clipse and Kanye to boost.

I was also super happy to notice my favorite Finnish poet Henriikka tavi has a new blog:

When I read her debut Esim. Esa first time in winter 2009 I had to immediately read it again, literally, the same night, and now I picked it up again a good two years after. I still like it a lot. Of course it's never like the first time and her second collection was a bit hard to get into but I'm really looking forward to what she publishes next. Kind of pointless writing about Finnish poets in English, oh well, good poetry doesn't happen all the time so it's ohhh kay.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

2 day solo at Kutomo

Random Mirror

Random Mirror
2 day exhibition/performance at Kutomo, Turku

Opening on Saturday 7.1. from 18 onwards
Performance at 19

On Sunday the installation is open from 12-18,
I'm present for talking and breakfast


Thursday, November 17, 2011

How do birds see?

Yesterday a bird flew into our studio through the door.

We opened the two windows that could be opened but it didn't know how to get out. Our space is very high, we couldn't reach the bird and hush it out (no tall lightweight objects around). the bird was sitting on lamp chords like they were reeds sticking out of water.

Getting it out back through the door was out of question: we could have got it back into the corridor but the corridor has no windows that can be opened. If we got it out through the door through which it had entered, we should've first chased it first into the corridor, make sure it doesn't turn left towards the light, but down the stairs and then make it sure it doesn't fly towards the light coming in through the window in the stairs as it can not be opened either, but make sure it flies down the stairs, and then out of the front door. I'm pretty sure birds don't get the concept of "going down the stairs".

Luckily just as I had googled "How do birds see?", and seen this potentially helpful image

the bird flew out the open window.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011


This is my illustration agent Marjo Granlund.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011


There was weird light at my studio today.


I turned the folder around.


The color of the light got dimmer.


I tried a piece of moss,


then coal.


Moss and coal are nice but they don't really work here. I grabbed a red pencil box for some contrast,


then a roll of tape.
(I tried the tape before the pencil box but I switched the order so the best would come last).

After playing I realized what the photos reminded me of. The colorscape that was installed in Turku for the past few weeks. Inflated rooms in cel-like constellations where you could wander and sometimes hear music. It sounded nice but I was unable to go. Some friends went but didn't take the time to wait, there was always a long queue. A Facebook friend had taken photos there. Families smiling, posing and goofing around in flowing capes, it looked like utopian imagery from the sixties. Everything bathed in RGBs.