Monday, November 30, 2009

One reason why Finnish people drink

Part of the current introspection of identity and creative work: background.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Des Chansons Pop!

This is gold.
Please note the sublime choreography, and the mysterious sinking man in the beginning.
Enjoy!! : )

More older work: The Book of Changing Things, 2005

This year, and especially lately, I've felt an urge to gather, inspect and mull over the things created in the past. This includes graphic design projects from a good long decade, as well as a few illustration commissions and paintings realised before beginning jewellery studies at RMIT in 2008.

My plan is to collate all this work into a holistic website-archive ... one day ... but I think mostly, it's interesting to reflect on two-dimensional work in retrospect, in order to make mental space and to gain enough courage to finally begin talking about jewellery and silversmithing pieces here.

Venturing into a completely new area of making, after a career in all things flat (as in paper and digital screen), now playing with fire, metal and powertools, is at times daunting and very challenging. But mostly it is exhilarating, totally wonderful and totally addictive. This is it! So, I think of this, looking at past work now, almost as a ritual of moving into a new phase in life and creative thought, welcoming what ever may be around the corner. Mustering belief.

These images are from The Book of Changing Things, a story for children and young adults in Alice in Wonderland-ish way, by Odo Hirsch (aka David Kausmann), Allen & Unwin 2005. The pictures (pen, pencil and ink) are influenced by my memories of books from my own childhood, especially by the tradition of Eastern European story telling.

Click on the images, as per usual, to have a larger and more detailed view.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

a thought for late November

Every winter, I forget how many white scars I have, all over.
Every spring, the first sunshine, skin changing colour –
I remember again.

Childhood summers, teenage accidents, work mishaps
and everything else, all written on the body.

I am a map : )

Jewellery before RMIT 1: winter cargo

winter cargo (2003)
oxidised copper, enamel, glass beads, industrial steel netting

This neck piece was inspired by the beach in winter; what washes on the shore, how everything tangles together, the colours … Click on the image for a sharper view.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

tiny glimpses of larger work

Regarding my previous post, this is what I'm working on. These are small details
from some of the (as yet unpublished : ) illustrations.

Monday, November 16, 2009

these early domestic animals

Nooo, not chickens!

I'm currently working towards a fast approaching deadline on a book illustration project. It is fun, all encompassing, and just about everything in between. Everything good. Intensive work periods often also make me nocturnal – 4.30 am is the new bedtime (if not black). Being up so early feels strange, given it's years since I witnessed an honest sunrise … but then, I get a glimpse of what happens in the kitchen when they think no-one is looking. This is who I saw.

Saturday, November 14, 2009



Friday, November 13, 2009

Duende : )

From Tony Gatlif's Latcho Drom, 1993

Wednesday, November 11, 2009



Tuesday, November 10, 2009


– click images to inspect –

Monday, November 9, 2009

Hit it, Hal!

Early in the morning, she hitched a ride down to Louisville
Holding onto a hundred dollar bill

Dressed herself like a Cajun Queen in New Orleans, baby

Yeah, she looked good, like a lady

(Do it to me, James)

And the Mississippi River runs like molasses in the summertime
And me, you know, I don't hardly mind …

Sipping on a beer in Bourbon Street and I'm sitting easy
Don't get me wrong, it takes a lot to please me

Have a seat and take a load off your feet, and she said – Yes
So I said, 'I like your dress'
Swamps all around make you feel kind of funny, don't they, honey
She crossed her legs and looked at me funny

Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you're doing
Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you're doing
(what you're doing)
Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you're doing …

(from Mississippi by John "Papa" (!) Phillips, 1970)

Friday, November 6, 2009

Let us be lovers

Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies

And we walked off to look for America …

Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
February 2009

Click on the images for a larger view
(lyrics P. Simon)

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Roll on you careless (spring) evening

Rooftops, waiting for the first warm night

waiting, and watching for

As lights glow for others,

a blind trolley slowly moves along a lane, along a lane, along a lane …

The veins of night

through a beating paper heart

Quiet houses, safety in the frying food

Tonight, the trees can talk.

Brunswick West 2/11/09
welcome warm weather, please stay awhile.