Bruxelles - Belgium This has taken over thirty years. I finally understand that I have to be quiet. Not hiding. No eyes closed. But I simply can't scream that I'm here. I can't advertise that the collages are yours.
It would mean that pictures would be on sale and my collages aren't for sale. Like in love, I'm waiting for true moment I absolutely don't want to look like an artist at work, framing works or building a market selling stall. Image of me sitting with the collages on my lap feels good. I guess this isn't a new picture of artist A new picture of me, though.
I asked on social media in Jodel and Face Book where the new works should be given. I gave people three options; in Tampere, Espoo and Brussels. In Espoo, I am a facilitator of a peace event and in Brussels I host a discussion on culture.
Espoo and Brussels reached the final stages. Then Brussels won the vote. The first idea of me in Brussels was nothing but beautiful. I imaged me sitting at the end of a road lined with white-painted trees.
The coincidence of someone other than me should influence the decision making of where and how I interact with people. With Riitta the conversation always develops the idea.
