There are things that no one can say but at least I try. How could I ever be specific and the truth about existence when I am not even sure am I real? My attempts to decapitate being into tangible or abstraction have lead me having almost 1000 signed-off works, many in private collections, and I would like to consider myself as multidisciplinary artist but in reality I just learn and explore new medias and mediums because I am driven and utterly curious about how to present my inner visions in new, maybe experimental ways.
I have studied art since I was 15, later academically in Finland at the Academy of Fine Arts Helsinki (Kuvataideakatemia). The process is on-going and after 20 years I think I may have managed to scratch the surface.
Pursuing my need to tell stories has resulted bodies of works about loneliness, happiness, isolation, heartbreak and the fundamental feeling of the human condition which hit me pretty hard during my trauma-victim years later becoming trauma-survivor me. Having experienced the brutality of evil in us, it became sadly an inspiration to express the war in myself and I always ended up losing it, even when I won.
I don’t consider myself ”talented”. I consider myself lucky, that I can always find something new to express and angles to get a great spin from; and hard-working because I want to honor the time I have dedicated to art each time I turn a new page in my studio. Being an artist is quite close to being a researcher (which was a gold-medalist as a career choice until high school) as I have discovered; it really is about failing long enough in something, until I find the factor that prevents the successful outcome. It just really thrills me and although I haven’t exhibited often, my processes are hard, heavy, sometimes beautiful to watch - hear - see - sense - or witness. Some could say that the isolation I have felt so deeply because of my trauma-related health condition may have created the constructional architect in me who builds bridges everywhere instead of walls.