My studio at Pyynikin Trikoo 2014 / oil on canvas |
Today I met Nicola,
who organize the whole We Are Resident – residence and I got to
know a lot of interesting stuff of upcoming residency and
co-operation. (I will write other full text about it, I think).
After our official
meeting we walked by that gallery, where I am supposed to start
working at the end of the summer. I told her about my future work
commitment and working time. She thought that 25h/week working time
is lot, and said something like that sometimes artist have to make
compromises and be flexible. It is funny. I have been thinking that
my future work will be liberating to me. It will be possibility for
time for myself and working on my own field in a way that I even get
some payment with people who are interested with similar things with
me.
Corridor to my studio at Pyynikin Trikoo 2014 /oil on canvas |
One favorite text
of mine comes to my mind. It is written by an anonymous artist in one
zine called “Tarinoita eksymisestä” in page 7. In English I
could be something like this:
“Living with art is horrible love, heavy, but still only thing, that concern everything. If I would do anything else, I wouldn't have time to think, notice, experience and feel enough. Even now I have to hurry at times.”
“Living with art is horrible love, heavy, but still only thing, that concern everything. If I would do anything else, I wouldn't have time to think, notice, experience and feel enough. Even now I have to hurry at times.”
About one year ago I
rented a studio at Pyynikin Trikoo, one concentration of artistic
ateljes in Tampere. My Studio was cute an it was lovely to go there.
I could detach myself from home weekly for about three hours, and
sometimes even that was difficult. During one year I could paint two
paintings. After one year I gave up the studio.
Starting work, the fact that my
younger sons is starting in daycare and upcoming residence feels to me
as a giant jump in my independence, even if it is not exactly the
artist life that I have lived before and dreamed of. For the moment
my dreams are smaller, like I wish to have a key to my writing desk
locker in home so that I could have some things of my own safe from
little sticky fingers.