#3 World

Home is one of the reflections of individual worlds. Here's mine in 2014

World. A world. The world. A wor(l)d of many meanings, shapes and sizes. This is not about Mother Earth nor the Universe. This is about the many worlds that could form the one common world that covers the Earth or sky rockets on its many levels through the Universe. Maybe so. But more likely it’s a spur of the moment reflection triggered by the feeling of gratitude - the immense gratitude I felt when watching a film. A gratitude that there are people out there who manage to share their worlds with the rest of us - the anonymous audience all over the Globe. The feeling of inclusion, realisation and wonder. 

2016

So, this is about the world of an individual. But a world that can have a strong spillover effect. A person’s world can be experienced foremost through words and images, smells and sounds. Books, music, films, visual art. But also small cafes and storefronts for example. And very public work space - I once took a bus where the driver had filled the bus with small quotes and photos. This was probably one of the best bus rides I have taken. I am a voyeur. I love getting a sense of other people’s worlds. And it’s a combination of skill and bravery to share one’s world with others, especially if those others are unknown. 

2015

Modern world has accelerated the chain reaction of small individual worlds. If you step into someone’s world then there is a high chance that they’re connected to equally fascinating worlds. From a beloved film director’s Instagram story I reached some music I instantly liked. Spreading our worlds can be intentional (e.g. social media) and less so (e.g. just being ourselves and choosing a painting for the office wall). There are no rules, it’s a personal choice. It’s partially like curating ourselves, how we are seen. 

2014

The biggest pitfall not being under or over sharing, but plastering one’s world with cheap materials and decorations that are there to leave the “right impression”. Sooner or later the walls come crumbling down and can leave the once fascinating individual world and its owner covered in dull dust. 

2016

Like Mother Earth, the Universe, the one and only, all worlds can at times come overwhelming. The flood of worlds on social media… sometimes I stop and consume my own worlds on different platforms, like playing Animal Crossing. A world that I can control. (Ah, the sweet illusion of control!) Perhaps I am addicted to the world(s). 

2015

Based on our own worlds we perceive other worlds differently. Two readers can be left with contrasting sensations when finishing the same book. So despite the “reviews” we hear it is essential to step into the unknown and observe the worlds new to us. But foremost - be aware that there is no one world. It’s a whole lotta worlds out there. In my mind the Earth is one big Lego miracle - made of seemingly countless amount of small pieces that on a good day snuggly fit together.

2014

Ghent, Belgium

#2 Soft Power

Bombay Bicyle Club (Madrid, Spain 2014)

According to Wikipedia soft power is the ability to shape the preferences of others through appeal and attraction. SFMOMA’s exhibition SOFT POWER is about the ways in which artists deploy art to explore their roles as citizens and social actors. For me the concept simultaneously represents an ambiguity and a particularity. 

Editors (Helsinki, Finland 2017)

While delivering concrete results the use of (hard(er)) power can often leave many feel powerless. Power doesn’t belong to all. It has been collected and canned and is being stored for the selected few. The ones who may visit their power pantry daily or hardly ever, but it’s their power panty and no-one else’s. The ones who do not choose to make an extra key even for family and friends, not to mention the next door neighbour who yet again has painted their front door the wrong shade of blue. 

Au Revoir Simone (Madrid, Spain 2013)

Soft power seems to counter its ironclad sibling. It’s like a warm blanket you can wrap yourself into, the hygge of power games. Perhaps naively so I believe that soft power cannot be canned and hidden away, it only really works if left laying around in a public space available for all by-passers. The more people pick it up the more strength it gathers and instead of bringing people down it empowers them. It’s like a pile of shiny slime - attractive, addictive, shapeshifting. 

The National (Helsinki, Finland 2018)

In my teens I fell in love with a Latvian band who sang many of their songs in Latvian - a language I didn’t speak. A language I still don’t speak, but can sing in (leaving aside a discussion about my musical skills). A time that made me learn more about the country, learn some of the language and meet other people with similar fire in their bellies. Many of whom I can still on this day - odd 20 years later - call friends. 

The Latvian band - BrainStorm - and yours truly (Pärnu, Estonia 2001)

I used to be glued to television watching ‘Gilmore Girls’ like so many others around the Globe. The quotes, the jokes, the references - they’re all like the super-short-cuts in creating meaningful connections with like-minded strangers. All this to me is like soft power anti-punch-in-the-gut. The music, the movies, the paintings. To name a few. They all weave a web between us. Its full shape and size will always remain a mystery. The lines running through can push and pull us in unknown directions. Always connected. 

St Vincent (Helsinki, Finland 2018)

I stand corrected. Soft power can be canned, but the moment you take off the lid it runs in its own direction leaving behind spots, swirls and marks. Its course cannot be premeditated and the influence measured with common tools. To those who like to can and store their power and use it with great precision and calculation this is not an attractive choice. For the rest it could be the tool to build a more understanding and connected, curious and educated community. It could be a power tool to empower others around us as opposed to leaving many people powerless. 

Foals (Madrid, Spain 2013)

#1 Decade

2015

I thought that Spotify was celebrating its 10th birthday when it fed me with all those best of and whatnot lists. I was somehow blind to the fact that I was slowly sinking into the sea of decade wrap ups. While slightly confused it didn’t really bother me. Who doesn’t love a good list? It could be done in any given moment. E.g. my favourite dust bunnies on January 6th, 2020. One really doesn’t need a time-ly reason. After all, getting too focused on time is like fiddling with a Pandora’s box.

2014

By the time I realised that a decade is coming to an end it was way too late. Too late to think of an appropriate fancy way to celebrate, too late to fill my blog and social media with lists, wrap ups and inspiring stories. Good riddance. I mean, we are already days into a new decade. 

2010

2013

Firstly, I am not really prone to fancy celebrating. It always looks more fun in the movies. Less loud and more glamorous. Secondly, what if the Georgian calendar loses its prominent standing and the whole system gets thrown out of the window?! Thirdly, what if my decade doesn’t look much compared to Spotify’s decade? Less loud, less labeled and without all the cute graphs. Foremost so ‘cos I have not been collecting my life experience data in a systematic way. 

2016

2011

Moreover, I believe that small uncountable details really build up the vibe of a time. May it be a day or a week, a month or a decade based on a Georgian calendar. Some of those I have collected in my Instagram account (since 2012, so almost a decade!), others are piled up in the notes on my phone. Like the crash hot collection of potential band/secret cult names. Large chunk of those moments cannot be pinned down or named, but they have made me into the person I am today. Like today will add to the self I am tomorrow. Okay, that sounds too... I better get off that bandwagon, before it's too late. But you get the gist. If I could have any one thing to describe my decade it would be a chronological visual list of all the artwork I have seen. Or then all the songs I have heard. Preferably both. I could make stunning visuals and graphs and celebrate like it’s 1999. I made a cake in 1999. It was a good celebration.

2019

Perhaps more interesting are the overarching interests and values that run like a red thread from one decade to another taking different shapes while keeping their essence. For example I have loved music as long as I can remember, but my favourite artists have changed more often than those celebrated Georgian calendar decades. I have always felt strongly about justice and equal treatment, but not always have I given it much attention or felt like I need to speak up. But, the times they are a-changin'. (Oh, that bandwagon again!)  

2018

2017

To conclude, noticing how time passes by isn’t relevant at all. Unless you’re in a business of making cool graphs or in deep need for self-reflection. Let’s bet I’ll be as surprised in 2029 as I was in 2019. End of a decade. 

2012

Hello 2020

In the scariest dark hides a marvellous spark. 

(The Crash "Fireworks")

Favourites of 2019

Ragnar Kjartansson "Scandinavian Pain" at Kiasma (Dec 2019 in Helsinki, Finland)

Making favourites lists seems futile. However, I looked back at the posts I had made about 2015, 2017 and 2018 and I enjoyed them. (I don’t know what happened in 2016. :))

I’m greedy. I have this feeling that I could do more and see more, always. At the same time I can’t recall many wonderful things I have seen and heard. I crave for a time out. And then some of my favourite moments are as random as a pitstop at a roadside market looking at the photos of local heroes and cheerleaders. 

Rambling aside, here are some of the most memorable experiences of 2019.

MUSIC/albums

• (Sandy) Alex G “House of Sugar”
• James Blake “Assume Form”
• Lana Del Rey “Norman Fucking Rockwell”
• The National “I Am Easy to Find”

I have this underlying fear that what if I never listen to anything new again. Like I am too tired. I wanna cling to the familiar (I mean, if I love something then I love something). But thankfully life always throws a curveball (is it really a curveball if it seems to happen always?!). Apart from the albums mentioned I listened to a bunch of different artist. And of those four two are new loves - never before had I been sucked into Lana Del Rey’s world so completely. And Alex G is just a new kid on the block for me. 

MUSIC/concerts

• (Sandy) Alex G (Great American Music Hall, San Francisco, USA, 29 Oct)
• Courtney Barnett (Huvila-teltta, Helsinki, Finland, 26 Aug)
• Father John Misty (Flow Festival, Helsinki, Finland, 11 Aug)
• The Holy (Huvila-teltta, Helsinki, Finland, 26 Aug)
• James Blake (Flow Festival, Helsinki, Finland, 11 Aug)
• Mitski (Flow Festival, Helsinki, Finland, 11 Aug)

Holiday Lights (Dec 2019 in Helsinki, Finland)

ART/exhibitions

• Anja Niemi “In Character” (Fotografiska, Tallinn, Estonia)
• David Jiménez (Sala Canal de Isabel II, Madrid, Spain)
• Darío Villalba (Sala Alcalá 31, Madrid, Spain)
• Karoliina Hellberg (Didrichsen Art Museum, Helsinki, Finland)
• Ragnar Kjartansson “The Visitors” (Kiasma, Helsinki, Finland)

Let’s be clear now - Ragnar stole my heart in 2019! He had me first hooked in 2014. And I mean, stealing my heart with video art is mission impossible to begin with.

ART/museums&galleris

• Oakland Museum of California (Oakland, USA)
• Pier 24 Photography (San Francisco, USA)
• SFMOMA (San Francisco, USA)

I had to make these subcategories, because during my trip to San Francisco I visited three spectacular places. Oakland Museum of California is probably the overlord of all museums, because it beautifully combines art, history and nature. Not the mention the temporary Burning Man exhibition. Got a feeling that if Burning Man were a baby it definitely grew up being nothing like its parents had imagined. I’d like to place my bets when will it turn into a soccer mom retreat (how crude!). But I mean, it was a wonderful museum experience. And Pier 24 is the make believe wonderland for anyone interested in photography. Say, even if you hate photography it probably has something for you. All hail! (in all sincerity!)

ART/experience

• Leonardo da Vinci “Lady With an Ermine” (National Museum, Krakow, Poland)

Because you can’t visit Krakow without encountering the painting in all forms all over the town. To be fair, it was nice (my heart rarely beats an extra beat for art from that era, so I mean, it was great success). I choose to tell how it is my favourite da Vinci painting (not that I have seen that many of those). I think that will make me an astonishing conversationalist and a hit at all social gatherings. 

Lasipalatsi (Dec 2019 in Helsinki, Finland)

VARIA

I discovered Sally Rooney (I read night and day wishing there were more books by her) and Alexander Chee ("How to Write an Autobiographical Novel" is a gem). I traveled to Northern Spain (Cantabria wins) and Northern California! I’m a Northerner, so much it almost breaks my heart (ah, good old melodrama). Also appreciating the irony that some Norths are so much more sunnier. I have seen the mountains and the ocean - some of my favourite things. And my godson was born! (Disclaimer: it’s a non-religious godparent thing.)

So this is it. In a nutshell. The end. Here's to 2019!