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It is funny that often when an artist has a job she does not get paid for doing the job, because it is pay enough to be noticed and displayed. It is the joy of being an artist to give away one’s talent and work. So in this light those ‘jobs’ seem particularly uninteresting, humiliating and enslaving. The point of this kind of work remains to be considered not worth doing and having. In addition to that artist as a person and her work are likely on a whim and as a rule to be put down like trash. It is not uncommon to hear there are all kinds of artists (meaning crazy, obscure, obscene, unbalanced, dangerous, poor, bad, dirty, unworthy, suspicious, unpredictable etc) and that curator has to be careful whom to work with such sub-humans, introduce to partners and ask for dinner, as a curator once told me. Well to tell you, curator, if you recognize yourself pay attention, you are absolutely right and hopefully you will never work again. You have this little respect for artists as people and as workers you are in the wrong business.

Just to remind you Phd. candidacy, doctoral degree, artistry, position in an organization do not elevate you to treat people as unintelligent garbage. Never forget.

Hi little darlings. How has your day been? You do not like my straight forwardness is fine by me. You possibly deserve it.

I just thought I’d remind you about what is rude. Alright? alfuckingright.

You know people who do not see themselves, or even if they do they think they are on the right and nothing can nor should harm them nor their world. Well as it happens there are quite a lot of those people who need a reality check, that is when the so-called rudeness steps in. It is the punch in  the face, kick in the stomach, knocking down in a way it hurts. Hurt is there to make one think, to stop that ongoing fuckery and bs that seem to have no end. So when I am rude it is because there is a good reason, not because I just am an asshole, but I can be a motherfucker if that is what you like. When you are a grown up it is time to be one.

Here are things that make my boiler explode and the after effects do not matter in that point: Talking behind my back. I hear about this I do not give a shit about your life at that point.
to abuse my kind heart, ideas, work etc. abuse me as a person. My kind heart seizes to exist.
To stalk me and cause harm of any kind.
To be interested only in your welfare, your career, your life, only about your benefit. You are not but shit if this is the case.
To talk about your personal stuff only.
Not be curious about that other person at all or her emotions.
Any lack of kindness.
Lying I cannot stand. It is very rare to meet a person who is sincere.

There are good reasons for being rude, and no I am not licking your fat ass nor sucking your cock to have a job.

 

Mediaseksikkyydestä: Kuinka seksualisoidussa mediassa vaikutetaan? Mihin mediaseksikkyydellä halutaan vaikuttaa?

Yli-seksualisoidusta mediasta puhutaan jatkuvasti. Se herättää närää, tuo puhe ja seksismi, koska meillä saattaa olla ongelmana naisvartalon ja naiseuden stereotyyppisesti halun kohteena esittäminen, koska mediassa seksiä on kenties liikaa ja seksikkyys on pääsääntöisesti stereotyyppistä. Oletus siitä mikä meitä kiinnostaa on lukkoonlyöty? Seksikkyys on oleellinen osa meitä ja siis jatkuvasti pinnalla. Seksismi paistaa läpi, mutta ei asialle kovin paljon ole pystytty tekemään ja miksi pitäisi voi joku kysyä. Naiset vapaaehtoisesti asettavat itsensä tuohon seksistiseen fantasiaan eli myyvät itsensä. Monille naisille seksismissä ei ole mitään pahaa. Se nähdään luonnollisena osana miesten ja naisten välistä vuorovaikutusta, joka on vaan on niin kuin on.

Seksikkyys on jotakin, mihin meidän katseemme ja mielenkiintomme kiinnittyy; kehonosia, pukeutuminen, asennot, tapa puhua. Jotakin mikä on usein epä-älyllistä, viihdyttävää, puoleensavetävää, elokuvallista ja saa aikaan himokkaan ajatuksen, halun. Epäseksikkyys on luotaantyöntävää ja tylsää ainakin jos mediaa on uskominen ja mediaahan me uskomme. Olemme auliisti manipuloitavissa, koska haluamme. Elämämme on halujemme tyydyttämistä, haluamme kauneutta, kosketusta ja seksiä. Tämä luultavasti on valtavirran kokemus ja valtavirta on se mikä on tarkkailun ja analysoinnin kohteena. Jännittävää on juuri tuo kuinka seksikkyyden määrittelemme. Mikä vetää puoleensa juuri siinä mielessä, että kenties haluamme nuolla tuon seksikkään ihmisen poskea ja koskettaa tissiä, mutta emme voi kun hän on niin kaukana. Tässäpä tämä seksikkyyden ja mahdottomuuden kosketuspinta ja vaikuttavuus. Haluamme, mutta emme saa. Yritämme päästä mahdollisimman lähelle, imitoida, ostaa.

Mediaseksikkyys on vetovoima, joka jostakusta virtaa mediaan ja median kautta katsojalle niin, että tuota vetovoimaista häntä, karismaattista, ja asiaa kuunnellaan ja katsotaan, halutaan sekä ihaillaan. Mikä se asia on, joka on tuo seksikkyys, muu kuin itse akti ja paljas pinta, koska tietynlainen tihkuva seksikkyys ei riitä. Vaikka ilta-päivälehden lööpeissä on joka päivä vähäpukeinen nainen (nimenomaan nainen, koskaan se ei ole mies joka tekee juhannustaikoja uimashortseissa) saatamme olla vaikuttumatta naikkosen sanomisista ja hänestä otetuista kuvista. Nainen ‘seksikkäänä’, paljaana on niin arkipäiväistynyt, että hymyileviä, vietteleviä kuvia kenties vain vilkaisee, koska kassalla ne osuvat välttämättä silmään ja ne ovat tarkoituksella siinä sellaisia kuin ovat, hyvin yksinkertaistettua mediavaikuttamista, jolla on suuri vaikutus. Kassajonossa lööppitississä ei ole mitään seksikästä. Nainen ei jää mieleen. Konteksti ei todellaan kiinnosta, eikä se mitä heillä näissä arkikuvissa on sanottavaa. Joten mitä on mediaseksikkyys, jos se ei ole suuritekstinen vähäjärkinen otsikko ja puolialaston nainen tai mies? Auto? Mitä haluamme eniten? Tietynlainen vallankokemus, haluaminen, haluttuna oleminen ja omistaminen. Näyttäisi siltä että mielenkiintomme keskittyy juuri elintason saavuttamiseen ja taloudelliseen hyvinvointiin. Osta minut niin tulet onnelliseksi. Ole tällainen kuin tämä ihminen joka on päässyt kanteen. Pyri tähän.

Mediaseksikkyys, joka on puheenaihe, trendi ja yhteiskunnassa median kautta vaikuttava asia, on painava sana jollekin joka on voimakas keskustelua ja pöhinää aikaansaava ilmiö. Sana, joka saa pohtimaan seksikkyyden merkitystä sille mitä mediana tuotetaan. Asioiden seksikkyys ja halujemme hyväksikäyttö mediassa on enemmän kuin sääntö ja aivan kuin yllätyksellisyys olisi poistunut. Seksikkyys: tatuoinnit, autot, kokkiohjelmat, syöminen, naiminen, kaahailu, reality, todellisuudentuntu. Asioita, joita tuotetaan paljon koska ne ovat seksikkäitä, koska valtavirran oletetaan olevan niistä kiinnostunut, koska ne ovat seksikkäitä, mukaansa tempaavia, huumaavia, ylettömiä ja yleellisiä eli seksikkyys saa unelmoimaan, olemaan seksikäs tietyllä tavalla ja haluamaan sitä mitä annetaan.

My Little Pony, the Moralist.

My fun is not your fun. My morals is your morals. My morals fall on you. I fall on you. My fun is not fun for you. I am not sorry. My good is your good. If it is not I have my fun. My fun is mine, but it should be yours. We should all have fun. Fun is all we have in common we humans. We are all one aren’t we. But we want all to have the same fun. Some fun. We should all be the same, so we would not have all the problems we do, not understanding each other in this fun. We want all to laugh at same things in mutual understanding and enjoyment. That is good times, that is good manners, that is how things get made, that is humanity. Slap on the shoulder. Hop around, jump according to my fun. My fun, my fun, my fun, my fun. It is all about my fun.

My gun is not your gun. Brake the rules, but don’t brake my rules. When you brake the rules make sure you do it right. Don’t do it wrong. There are rules for braking the rules. Rules are not there to be broken but obeyed. They are there for a reason. Can you guess the reasons? I have my gun.

To make something new one thing has to be broken into something else in order it not be the same again.

This is a gun.

Intimate relationship: trying to have some fucking fun.

How many bin Ladens you make when you kill bin Laden?

(making that money.)

We don’t like those stupid and crazy. We know what is stupid and what is crazy. To eliminate those among us to hold community clean, free, happy, intact and more importantly hygienic. You understand, yes. It is our right as people of God. Chosen ones choose the ones.

Mother of Madness
Mother of Comfort
Mother of Thieves
Mother of Tears

Mother of Psychosis
Mother of Mercy
Mother of Bread
Mother of Night
Mother of the Lost

Mother of Anti-Social Tendency
Mothers of The Disappeared

Mothers of The Executed
Mothers of Tigers
Mothers of The Lonely
Mothers of Terrorists

Mothers of The Dissidents
Mothers of The Freedom Fighters
Mothers of Strangers
Mother of Suspicion

Mothers of Comfort

How to learn to think differently? There is much reason to consider that things could be done in a more creative and better way.

I’m holding the thought that our emotions mold the world. They mold my brain, my body, my surroundings, my emotions end up molding someone else, everything in the end. This is of course not a new thought and it is common sense, knowledge of human behavior, reaction that makes action. Still we pay quite little thought on the matter of what we give emotion-wise, because we can be impulsive, thoughtless, selfish, arrogant, ignorant, indifferent, endlessly stupid and all that normalcy.
What we put in to it grows, lives and makes the reality, maybe unexpectedly, maybe the result is what we wanted. If cruel and violent world is what we want I have to wonder what humanity is all about. Negativity tends to expand massively whereas positive output can stay unnoticed, ignored, stay uninteresting facing cynicism and a wall. A wall of what? Why do we make walls instead of something that could flourish beyond imagination? What kind of positiveness reaches in the best possible way in a world of walls?

All the hate, suspicion and bitterness, envy, loath and contempt that is put in use in a manner of unbelievable to change the world all the time. World must be our image. If this was done as opposite, that those emotions were used for good, how would all of our existence change? Negative is the state of the world now. The World is changing all right. How much of this change is actually good one can consider beneficial and be happy about: yes some of it. We need criticism which can exploit the negative in an intelligent way. The change for good of all people is almost impossible to achieve, right? There are many impossible things that have become true and keep on coming true. If all that negative energy we like to linger in was put in use in a new way, in a way that we would learn to see behind our feelings and what they do, it would be a new beginning. That would mean serious self-search. It is the most difficult part of being human, to face your shit and try to change the patterns of thinking. Also whose best we wish to accomplish and see.

Hello little friend!

Get down on your fucking knees!
The claim that the world is changing incredibly fast.
What is the speed a bullet has? You won’t feel it once it hits your head.
World of agony is too much to take. Don’t speak it out just hear the bang.
That is what we do not tolerate: truth about ourselves, our deeds, our need to enslave, to humiliate.
Things we do not take if they are not for granted.
Preserving prettiness as something innocent playing as contrast to our cruelty, as a value to sell and be covered with. It is truth we should like, but we kill it, because it is not enough. We do not get ahead fast enough honestly. It even sounds too little, too bold to be alive. The one who speaks the truth and is not believed because it is too much to take. Get down on your fucking knees!.

This command is about power used, power liked and loved. Power of ruining innocence of someone, ruining possibilities of someone for a life. This gun is an accusation. It is pointed at you. It is my emotional respond to you questioning me, for you to obey me. It is my belief, my religion, my faith and reassuring my righteousness. Me holding my truth, my path in my hand.
Get down on your fucking knees! Now!
Bow your head. Feel my weapon on you. How cold it is against your skin, against your fear, against your life.
Where are you when you are there afraid?
In the dirt below me breathing.
Me above you looking at you with anger. Looking at you like you were nothing, not even a human. Me with possibility and desire of pulling the trigger. Click. It takes one click.