ikitaru: February 2008

listening to the sound of snow fleakes on my umbrella

'you float in the rose red ocean of dreams, float what you float, you will not float for long'
Fragment of Sinikka's photo albums

For dear Charlie

'a night in which all the cats are black.' michel de certeau

some random notes from the documentary on the fly agaric mushroom {ch4 3.8.1998}

grow out northen hemisphere - eastern siperia
koriak- tribe - shamanism - special access to the spirit world
victorian literature - fairytales

religious practice in siperia-
golden key to the doors of preception
new interpretation of reality

what might or what might not exsist in the nature?

absense of stimulation
reality is altering
static in the air
rational mind turning off
i am two people in one
sleepy effect
air comes alive
empathy with nature - ancient religions
interpretation of bird songs
now they talk what ever birds might talk about
pattern in the ground, excatly like the spidersweb

time has altered - doesnt mer anymore
burst of energy - very easy to express myself
colours which doesn't exsist
dictionary of applied chemistry

Katjan viisautta:

'Ilmaa ja avaruutta ei voi toiselle opettaa'

Katjas wisdom:

' You cant teach the space and air to anyone.'

From Anthony Gormley :

.. it's not the thought that takes time, it's a feeling.

.. Art is not an object or answer, it is like a book, a closed book that needs to be opened. The thierd element is the living element, Aristotele's thierd element, which is the gaze and the act of looking.

.. But my only desire is to create things that are free.

.. How much have we lost the power of the individual in a time that so loudly proclaims individual freedom?

.. Art that has to rely on extrenal information is not art. It may be the way to art but I doupt it.

Art of the Eskimo is far more than an object : it is an act of seeing and expressing life's values, it is a ritual of exploration by which patterns of nature, and human nature, are revealed by man.

{Edmund Carpenter, Image making in Arctic Art}

I felt that I smiled with your lips today

behind the surface of seemingly hard reality. there is finer dust like universe
that opens up only in the shadows and reflections. in the space between
that is and is not.

Gabille kultalintunen. To Gaby Flower

from the song you send me ...red painted lips. diamond trees. in the snow. diamond heart. misses. changes. shape of your face. winters and falls. days. you. oh my diamond heart. my dear. she gave me a bird made out of glay to never will forget her.

Sinikan viisautta:

' on niin vaikea nähdä omenankukka, se on joka keväinen oppitunti, nähdä kuinka omenapuu puhkeaa kukkaan.'

' mieli on viekas kettu joka haluaa syödä teerenpojan kauniin siiven.'
{sinikka 60v. ja Veeti 5v.}

' kaikki sadut ovat tosia ja pelottavia.'

Juuri ajattelin että me olemme kaikki matkalla kuolemaan, kun katselin matkustavia ihmisiä.
Ja sitten huomasin metron seinässä mainoksen jossa luki;
Elämä on matka, nauti kyydistä!

..runo on vähän, joka avaa paljon
Se sanoo sen, sitä sanomatta

se on varjo, joka heijastuu apilasta ruohikolle
se on se, joka tanssii auringon kierron kanssa

vähän niinkuin sateenkaari on silta.

wonderful wisdom from Moomi Pappa {comes handy in modern time}:

.. I knew nothing, but believed a lot. I did nothing by habit. I was extremely happy.

.. I didn't know yet that it was the wood's parfume of moss, bracken, and wet leaves.

.. I stood on my head for a moment to calm myself.

from Moomi Pappas adventurous youth*

se runous ja herkkyys on sitä että
riisuu mielummin kuin pukee
kohtaa mielummin kuin ohittaa
hylkää mielummin kuin kadottaa

se on muuttuvaa ja ei kenenkään