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Cry me a river, 2016, Ink painted with my hair on Japanese paper, 290 cm x 100 cm

 

Room of Dreams

I fell in love and missed you. So I started to write you poems.

They appeared in my notebook, on the back cover of empty space,

on shopping lists, bus tickets, newspaper margins.

 

In my  poems, the birds sang and butterflies flew in the sunlight.

Dust powdered memory. Coffee smelled of roses in the porcelaine. 

 

Leaves turned yellow and fell to the ground. Flowers died.

- seasons changed.

Some of the poems were lost forever, others destroyed. Most lack the end.

Sometimes I find poems in my pockets, but they are written in a foreign language.

in some ancient dialect that no one anymore gets.

In winter, snow fell on the land. Nature was white paper.

The poems in my pockets were freezing cold.

They flew away to warm places.

 

My fingers were in ink. Tip of my pen broke.

I dreamt the room and wrote haiku with my hair.

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Silk Hair, 2018, ink on silk, 50 cm x 90 cm

I'm standing on the bridge.
There is fog on the river.
The bridge disappears

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Room of Dreams, 2018, Installation, Art Bunker, Imatra

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Time, 2018, Installation

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Enzo, 2018, ink painted with my hair on Japanese paper, 200 cm x 180 cm
Self-portrait in the painting process

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