I’m tied to the Finnish countryside, my fingers and toes deep in the ground. I’m wrapped in black and white landscape most of the year, so I steal the colors from the sky and the internet, catch the glimpse of vibrant pastels.
Small towns, bored babes and vast fields shape the way I see the world.
I balance between delightful and disgusting. Creamy pastels turn into slime, falling teeth are in fact crystals, sweet girls paint their faces with blood. Human behaviour is raw, cruel and wild, yet caring and honest. I’m drawn to the deep dark woods and yearn to find our inner monsters. I try to drive out the hidden to visible.
Everything is association. Dreams, warped memories and actual happenings blend into one – lines blur and dreams shift into reality. Every memory is as important, whether it’s true or false.