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Finland has decided to buy weapons from Israel. This was agreed to by army generals, in processes which could not be effected democratically. In an effort to understand them I imagine generals perceive societies being led by competing interests, where contracts, such as the borders of states are formed as compromise to ensure that the interests of different groups are respected. The negotiation of competing interests as a foundation of politics, is an easy model to understand.

For me the pandemic taught that contracts made with this logic will not sustain us through real crises. For example Finland had to compete with Germany and other EU nations in acquiring life-saving equipment such as N95 masks… And we lost many times over.

For me it is clear that forming contracts with an apartheid state, which is accused by a growing number of people to be in the process of committing an ethnic cleansing and even a genocide, is a bad idea and will have hick-ups along the way.

Why are Finnish generals ignorant of human rights?

I trust the military’s capacities in assessing the effectiveness of different weapon systems, but assessing effectiveness, which is how generals ground this decision publicly, is not a sustainable model. This arms trade represents some lives more valuable than others. I find it clear that if Finnish children are protected by weapons, which have been used to kill children in Gaza, our children are not protected, they are made complicit in what the State of Israel is doing in Gaza today.

Sustainable politics are rooted in values. Looking at the turmoil which Finland, Europe and the World is in now, I see that shared values and goals which seem unrealistic to achieve within a lifetime, such as undivided human rights, provide and set trajectories towards which we can organize sustainably. The situation is too dire for us to loose hope. The right to live cannot be bargained with because it is lost in the trade. This is what it means to be “complicit”.

I’ve noticed that the same people who voiced concerns about the declining human rights situation in Russia, before the attack on Ukraine, have also voiced their concerns about buying weapon systems from an apartheid state… Why is their critique systematically shunned? Finnish state led companies continued with business as usual while people were jailed for fighting for human rights… Even after Crimea was annexed. For me this illustrates that vital knowledge on what it means to lead has been lost from Finnish institutions.

The past five years have been a battle for what it means to be a human. The pandemic established a collective understanding of frightening bio-class relations. For example people who had stable jobs in Finland, could form social bubbles and sit the pandemic out. Thanks to economic preconditions, which many did not notice underlying our society, some became richer in the process. This is well illustrated by how government substitutes benefited business owners but not workers.

Finnish politicians and ruling classes unanimously accepted that “hygiene” and “health” meant that people in the service industry should work in unsafe conditions. Low income workers who continued working, risked their lives. For example the nurses strike was not met with public support nor sympathy. This grand reveal of the foundations of Finnish wellbeing is within living memory.

But there is an asymmetry in knowledge which the pandemic produced. People who chose personal “hygiene” and “health” do not understand the mechanisms which constituted their wellbeing. With out an understanding of how privileges were maintained, Hygge is death! If a war breaks out in Finland, the same classes of people who were made richer by the pandemic will profit and the people who are forced to servitude, such as Wolt Couriers, forced entrepreneurs and low ranking wage labourers will be put at risk.

A leading researcher of the The Finnish Institute of International Affairs Charly Salonius-Pasternak was provided a platform on YLE to give people instructions to prepare for a war in the next two years. They are telling people to be physically fit for war by 2025. Their prompt is a performance of the absence of political imagination of our corrupt elites. They have lost hope and do not understand what they are asking for.

We are not witnessing Finland and other warmongering European nations revealing “double standards” or stumbling with rhetorical inconsistencies in their support of Israeli apartheid politics and the bombing of Gaza. Our leaders are involved in this genocide with intent. The critique which postcolonial thought has underlined is revealed as truth: The concept of human rights is used primarily as a tool for imposing whiteness, Eurocentric models and geopolitical power relations that are favourable to the West.

The post-war momentum has been appropriated by parties which are organized for growth and are willing to bargain for human rights for profits. This has to be changed. If we start bargaining with human rights, we will lose. People who can imagine, negotiate and discuss, listen and understand are more needed than ever.

Enjoying to read Israelin kansanmurhataktiikat – havaintoja epäinhimillistämisestä, eläimellistämisestä ja vegaanipesusta [Israels geneciotial tactics…] (2023) by Freja Högback, Sanna Karhu, Lumi Kauppinen and Helinä Ääri.

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Returning from an intensive tour with waters. Between 22.-24. September we complied a project with Tea Andreoletti commissioned by the Instytut Kultury Miejskiej organisation for the opening of their new facilities at Kunszt Wodny in Gdańsk. For the opening event, we prepared and bottled 300 flasks of “Wypij Morze!” (Drink Sea!) carbonated mineral water which was served for guests from a “Bar (Słono)Wodny” meaning (Sea)Water bar. In all we produced 250 litres of the bespoken drink and supplied the audience with tap waters from around the city. There were a lot of performances, architectural light shows and sound/music at the opening event… Most of which referred to the sea and waters in different ways. The building is at the site of a historic watermill.

We prepared the project during the summer and we visited the city in August for research. The recipe of Wypij Morze! was drafted on the first trip in a meeting with Institute of Oceanology PAN scientists (Tymon Zielinski, Tomasz Kijewski & Aleksandra Koroza) and the Gdańska Infrastruktura Wodociągowo-Kanalizacyjna (GIWK) staff, who are responsible for the city drinking water affairs. The project was curated by Anna Mitus and produced by Anna Kwiatkowska (IKM) who handled both the production and the intensive field excursions, which took us all around the city between the strange shoreside of Rewa (where we collected seawater for consumption) and suburbs of Urunia. Natalia Cyrzan (IKM) worked on the back end of the project establishing and facilitating exchange with GIWK, the Institute of Oceanology and a tip:tap, a Berlin based NGO also working on a (tap)waterbar initiative. In addition to the performance we also took part in a breakfast seminar discussing sea & drinking water affairs and hosted a workshop for children where they could design bottle labels.

Ingredients for Wypij Morze!

1l/g Instytut Kultury Miejskiej Tap Water
NaCl (Table salt) 2,4
MgSO₄ (Epsom salt) 2
NaHCO₃ (Baking soda) 1,1
CaSO4 (Gypsum) 0,4
Mg(OH)2 (Magnesium hydroxide) 0,4
Ca (Calcium) 0,2
KC₄H₅O₆ (Cream of Tartar) 0,1

Our project explored the diversity of tap waters, water as commons, infrastructures’ relationship with domestic spaces and how changes brought about by rising sea levels will affect the latter. Gdańsk has a complex history with water (featuring sewage innovations), wells, mills and canals which were introduced to by GIWK.

For me and Tea this project was a continuation of the previous Waterbar/Spring -excursions but the scale of what we prepared for Gdańsk was grandiose and depended on a close exchange with local artists. This facet of the project was elegantly planned and organised by Mitus. The Bar (Słono)Wodny, which served as a main stage of our performance was built to the main hall of the Kunszt Wodny building. It was a geology inspired bastion-bar-counter built for the project by artists Krzysztof Surmacz and Daniel Sobański. Wypij Morze! was served to people in three different fancy glass bottles which prints were designed by artists Alina Mielnik, Kamil Kak and Karol Polak. Each produced their own design but they all contained the same drink.

Mielnik’s illustration offers hope for a submerged city, Kak’s bottle design performs the sinking of Gdanśk on every gulp and Polak produced a semiotic atomisation which broke the heavy content of the drink into a digestible mess.

At the Bar (Słono)Wodny, Tea shared their skills in tasting and we presented the raw minerals of Wypij Morze! explaining it to be “the taste of the future”. In exchanges with guests we explained that the drink had “magnesium for stamina so that we can hold your breath under water” and that it had extra calcium to “make your bones into beautiful fossils”. These macabre sales speeches worked as a segue to imagine the current state of the Baltic, contamination and future of coastline cities. The Institute of Oceanology predicts that Gdańsk may be swallowed by the sea as continental ice sheets melt. Inviting people to drink sea, as a responce to climate change gave me gothic-horror-thrills and the narrative was backed by an installation with various mineral and high pressure gas equipment placed on the bar counters. During our August trip we carried the carbonisation tools with us when exploring the city, appearing as scuba divers.

At the bar we also handed out tap-water drinks, the most popular of which was “Domowa od Ani z lodem” (Anna Kwiatkowska’s home tap) and “Jaskinia Batmana (Orunia)”, which was inspired by our visit to the Stara Orunia Reservoir, which currently serves as a bat dormitory. Our August visit to the reservoir was facilitated by GIWK who provided us with a detailed history of the city’s drinking water infrastructure. “Domowa od Ani z lodem” drink was the centrepiece of our bar-installation, illuminated by a led lamp and luring people like a lighthouse. A simple and effective flopping of public and private spheres, the added tension of all the waters being prepared by the same public infrastructure company.

The bar also included a soundscape which consisted of processed sounds of carbonisation (benjolin&twinpeaks&delaynomore!) and wave-drinking sounds. Tomek the light/sound designer is also to thank for the look of the bar. Anna M. also published a text on the project later on which is available in Polish.

Returned from Gdańsk on a bus (26h) and prepared an installation for Drifts -festival which was led by artist directors Giovanna Esposito Yussif & Soko Hwang. On the opening day on Saturday I presented the “Our Grand Water Treatment Plant” installation composed of ceramics, minerals and pumps. A centre piece was a makeshift water filter system which circulated tap water through natural stones collected from the Kurängen spring, altering its composition. I also prepared pebbles for people to taste. The modular installation was exhibited on old water pumps found at the “Filterhall” room of the Museum of Technology in Vanhakaupunki. The filterhall is the site where the drinking water of Helsinki was supplied from before the Päijännetunneli was opened. I guess the theme of the festival called for our own water infrastructure initiative.

Our Grand Water Treatment Plant was built from the same building blocks as the installation at the The Surface Holds Depths -exhibition at Lappeenranta Art Museum (curated by Miina Hujala) and wooden frames first used as props for the “The Forest Spring Affair” performance in Sipoonkorpi late 2022 . One frame showed ceramics made from wild clay collected with the Nomadic Kiln Group (Monika Czyżyk & Elina Vainio) and I also included a ceramic whisk which housed a bacterial cellulose membrane (which removes oil traces from the water) that was prepared under the supervision of artist Alexey Buldakov.

On Sunday I gave a lecture performance discussing drinking waters using the same notes as during the Kiilan äänipäivä performance in 2022 (I think I’ve now performed everything I can imagine with this piece) and I also supplied the audience with 22 liters of Wypij Morze! during the festival.

Drifts succeeded in inviting a lot of great artists and managing large crowds. My absolute favourite was bela from Berlin who hardcore screamed through a theatrical act. The sound system of the space (or perhaps the curatorial plan) favoured descant tones and most concerts utilized some kind of whipping clash-crashes. This served bela well and Kaino Wennerstrand’s phaser effected acoustic guitar riffs too! Most of the sets were didactic and deployed aestheticized glitches for the spoken word bits. Most performers used automated computer processes. There was no rage in analog form. The bass was good too but most complex and interesting events took place in high registers.

An Tul was a touching new act for me. They performed outdoors with intensive charisma establishing a stage by their mere stances. They showed humour with out joke and offered intuitive nature interactions (a flock took their set as a cue for starting their winter migration). I had very high expectations for Nkisi on Sunday because I just learned about their work from a Techno at the End of the Future, Episode 1: London podcast. The set had a positive-gabber vibe but I didn’t get on a rhythm high.

There was a screening too. The Otolith Group’s “Hydra Decapita” (2010) was great to see and served as a perfect finale for my water-tour-vibes because they utilized short wave radio tones in their artistic documentary detailing Drexciya (Our Bar (Słono)Wodny soundscape also had a SW segment!).

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Minä, Marxilainen taiteilija [Me, a Marxist Artists] (2021) by Jyrki Siukonen is an elegant book, its written like a journal and assumes the reader to be well informed. The book reveals an absence of Marxist or Communist theories on aesthetics and depicts intricate political debates where Finnish artists and cultural workers of the 70ties attempted piece together a plan for a leftists artistic program. Marx was bad at art and their theories on production/commodities do not apply to cultural production. Similarly a Marxist depiction of historical progress fails in understanding the intricacies of style (that it does not “progress” but fluctuates). Siukonen reveals that artistic research in Finland is rooted on efforts to make sense of art production, by evaluating an artists responsibilities for society and the particularities of their praxis. Siukonen offers a striking analysis on the utopian function of socialist realism: In actuality communism in the Soviet Union existed only in art. I enjoy the banality which they depict the terrors of great purge… Nearly every artists or cultural theorist from the Soviet Union they cite, is revealed in the footnotes to be have imprisoned or executed by Stalin. By depicting an array of failed creative efforts to align artistry with Marx/communism, the book grinds an opening for imagining contemporary approaches to the question. Being a Marxist Artist is depicted as a learning process, which outcome we should not predict (just like communism!).

I got asked for a comment in a Hyperallergic article on Criticism in Finland Over Country’s Selection Process for the Venice Biennale (2023) Avedis Hadjian. The bit where I shyly hope for institutional change “Perhaps it [the curatorial process] also succeeds in having a lasting impact on the institutions involved in the process.” was cut in the editorial process.

Keho vaatii tunnetta [Body calls for emotion] (2023) Tiia From & Onni Oja. A nice to read, solid review of Crimes of the Future (2022) David Cronenberg. This text was written as an assignment for a course in Kankaanpää Art School and the authors very kindly credit me as a teacher! I also wrote shortly about the film.

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My mothers petrifying religious practices.

Their beliefs built on a fusion of christian superstition, severe guilt or shame and a very specific know-how in psychology. The science bits of their beliefs were picked up from their father who did their PhD in the sixties on an analysis of parapsychological testing processes. The research revealed biases in seemingly neural test forms. For example how the layouts of questionnaires impact the data that they provide. Their research revealed biases in language: Red, hammer, apple.

Mother could cite Carl Jung to ground their intuitive decisions, use Freud to explain the fool proof logic of their whimsies and decorated the walls of our home with Buddhistic, Christian, Jewish and African ritual objects which they inherited or picked up from “Indian Bazaar”, a shop selling mass produced colonial goods form around the world. These curiosities were popular in the early nineties and succeeded in making our home appear bohemian.

Once when I caught a fly in my mouth while cycling, I asked them why a bug did not protect itself. They explained that the bug had mistaken my mouth for a birds mouth and flew in as an expression of its death drive which is inherent in all living beings. Mother talked with crows in the nearby forest, and translated the advice they gave. They had me talk kindly to hedgehogs and not jump on boulders as they were the knuckles of giants. Some of these approaches I’ve passed on.

Mother made bad life decisions, was unemployed and became severely depressed. We were poor and in the nineties recession we sold a lot of the inherited silverware and antiquities. They were on the phone endlessly arguing with distant relatives and waiting for calls from the bank, the unemployment or social welfare offices. Then they begun placing garlic bulbs next to windows and small Buddha statues on top of phone sockets.

I got angry, tore a garlic bulb from my window frame and tossed it out the fifth floor window. They got mad, explained the purpose of the vegetable but went silent soon after. Then they stationed by the phone waiting and continued chain smoking. In the night a staggering fear rose in me. I couldn’t stop thinking about going out to retrieve the garlic. But I feared that if I had moved the slightest the monsters my mother was shielding us with herbs would catch me. I didn’t sleep and kept still.

Around that time I learned that the bed I had been sleeping in for years was the same my grandfather had died in. I tried talking to them, asking for permission and advice. I felt comfort but began sleeping on the floor on a camping mattress just in case. Soon after I went for my conscript service on a remote island and took to study out of Helsinki. My brother left home for school soon after. Mother was alone and found work as a cleaner for SOL which preoccupied them. On the rare occasion we met they had only work gossip to share. They couldn’t stop talking about work gossip.

I don’t participate in any religious stuff and I don’t believe in god.

I can identify various lutheran traits in my praxis but I’m not sure if the values I express are christian or if they are the cultural particularities which lutheranism has appropriated in becoming local. I value the honesty of labour, commitment and duty. I enjoy it when a colleague emphasizes they are a “white Christian artist”. They do this to underline the mechanisms which dislodge non-white, non-christian artist experiences from the norm. But I indulge in the dynamic of their gesture from a distance. I don’t think my experience counts as being christian.

I know the stories but not the rites. Recently I suggested to barter with a priest to trade holy-water with them. I didn’t know that holy-water is not for consumption and that it cannot traded. In my teens this kind of ignorance was interpreted as rebellious.

I don’t know what I believe in but I’m expecting proper lutherian work ethic in horoscope and witchcraft affairs. I haven’t met many committed to magics and most ask about horoscopes for bohemian appeal. I guess people are scared about magic, so they tip their toes in star signs to assume rudimentary control of the domain. People develop bare minimum magic-know-how, so that magic won’t end up running their lives. At least that’s how I do it… Occasionally catching myself with a charm for good luck.

My first ritual service.

There is a city playground close to where we live called “India”. The district close by is called Arabia. It was inhabited by sailors and missionaries who named the streets according to the remote lands they had visited: Kongo-street, Damascus-street and Rome-street. Like other city playgrounds in Helsinki, in the summer India offers free daily lunches for children. The tradition is said to have started in 1942.

The food serving starts right after the schools close for the summer and takes place every weekday at noon. In 2021 over 5000 kids ate at playgrounds each day. When we were growing up in Malminkartano during the recession we ate daily at the Piianpuisto playground. I remember queuing for ages and that the meat and potato chunks went for the first in line. When I turned 15 and was no longer eligible for it, I stole the bread mother had rationed for my brother in revenge. Playground lunches hold significance to me.

At India Park food service starts with personnel, often a young trainee walking around ringing a brass bell. Children and families form a big circle around two huge soup containers at an opening next to the forest. There can be over a hundred kids. Everyone joining the circle is expected to sing. The songs are nursery rhymes and 20 year old children’s songs, that are selected based on the weather and sometimes according to what is being served. When there is stew we sing “… the crow brews the porridge…”

The playground staff member in charge stands in the middle, sings loud to set an example and leads simple choreographic movements. The choreographies include clapping hands in rhythm, simple hand gestures and jumping during the chorus parts. After the dance, a kid from the circle is selected to spin a fortune wheel, which lays horizontally at the centre. The wheel, a green square with a white dial, eventually points to the direction where the cue for the food starts.

This summer the fortune wheel had broken. Someone had stepped on it and after observing many iterations of different cardboard attachments being used for the missing arrow, I approached the staff and asked to repair it. Judging from the materials the wheel had been made in the 80ties. The base was a thin sheet of hardboard, with sides made from birch. The birch joints were complex locking rabbet joints. A lathed stud holds the arrow a tad offcenter middle of the square.

It had been repaired many times over the years and a lump of epoxy surrounded the arrow mount. I proceeded by making a new arrow from plywood, then added a strong new plywood base (from a fifties cabin I salvaged for a sound element) under the hardboard and reinforced all the joints with nails and glue. I made a bearing for the arrow and used brass screws in the assembly.

The fortune wheel has an important task: In the past food might have run out, so the device ensures everyone has a fair chance for nourishment. We handed it to the park staff with Helka, who was really proud for having painted the arrow with spray paint. As a reward they wanted to spin the wheel but I didn’t know how to ask for a favour from the staff.

The first time the new fortune wheel was spun, it pointed to a kid left of us and we ended up being the very last on the cue that day. The wheel showed us it is honest in performing its duties.

This is how I performed a belief with out knowing what it is.

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YLE news is celebrating our  “1gen NATO recruits” and nothing critical is being published. I resigned from the Finnish army reserve in protest. The process in which our NATO application was decided on was an abomination. Decision making bodies in the government used mass hysteria, which the State of Russia’s attack on Ukraine caused, to usher the plans forwards. There were no debates, no critical discussions and Finland did not issue terms for the alliance. We are likely getting NATO bases in Finland, which will likely be armed with nuclear weapons. 80 years of work for peace down the drain!

In peak hysteria, news outlets explained that we cannot vote on joining because of possible Russian influence in public debates. We abandoned democracy: Through its actions our state revealed that it deems democracy too weak to be trusted, opted not to strengthen it and assumed an authoritarian position. It is well known that generals wanted Finland to join NATO for a long time. This is most likely because Finland’s population is ageing and there are not enough young men to protect the infra baby boomers built: There was not enough nation to protect the nation.

Our army was running out of flesh, which made bigger partners appealing. One of the horrors of our particular NATO alliance, which was not discussed during the process, is that our army is a conscription army where young men have to serve a minimum of 6 months. Kids are forced by law to serve and I’m sure they will be offered career possibilities in NATO. In the article linked above, kids express excitement for the opportunity to learn English with NATO! Finland is turning into a recruitment centre because our boomer zombie generals gave up. Are there any processes in place tasking some to explain to young conscripts what a “nuclear weapons deterrent” is?

After resigning the reserve I was tasked to join a five day civil service training camp. The dates didn’t work for me and I asked to reschedule it. The rescheduling process is bureaucratic and I got angry. They wanted me to provide an explanation, detailing valid personal reasons for rescheduling the camp and I had no intent in exposing my affairs. After a heated debate with a civil service officer yesterday, I woke up with a fresh idea and tasked an AI to write a 1000 word apology letter detailing made up “work reasons” for the rescheduling.

The letter was nonsensical jargon and it was accepted by the officer. A zombie who gave up. But I’m now more angry than before… Our society and its institutions are being demolished by cynicism and a lack of responsibility. Overworked civil servants are tasked to maintain an appearance of a democratic state with proper systems for evaluating decisions, but due to stress, instead of working officers copy&paste extracts of rules and regulations to fill the message fields. They do this to justify reasoning for affairs they don’t believe in. Then people, subjected to these whimsical raps respond to them with messages supplied by free to use AIs.

What is the endgame our state is working towards? I’m sort of digging the current cyberpunk phase where automated defence systems target each other while humans spend their days supplying corporate AIs with data. But my anger is growing and I have to think about something before I turn cynical too. We are turning into a nightmare in gray-literature. Our society produces text which is not meant to be read, only to be browsed trough and understood trough its volume and timing.