120 years of Artist-Activism

We had the opportunity to visit Kojonkylä near Forssa with the Institute for Coping with Destruction. The site is best known for the Koijärvi movement (Koijärvi liike), a youth-led environmental campaign of the late 1970s that sought to protect the lake Koijärvi bird habitat.

Prior to the visit, we interviewed artist-activists who had participated in the effort, and engaged in civil disobedience to prevent farmers from draining the wetlands. Before and during their actions members in the movement went from door to door in the area, sitting in kitchens to discuss and to share the rationale for the preservation efforts. These discussions divided opinions: “Kitchen tables were split in half”. There was reasonable support and understanding for their commitment.

Koijärvi is at the crossing  of the farmland rich Savi-suomi (Clay Finland) and Suo-suomi (Swamp Finland). Regional economic inequality and post-war Karelian refugee replacement are tied to motivations to draining efforts.

At the height of the movement, more than a thousand activists gathered at the site and even today the village is better known than nearby cities. One of the central figures of the movement, has stressed in interviews that while the campaign was successful in organizing and shaping environmental politics, it failed to protect the habitat. This is because activists based their demands on research. Apparently their arguments were truthful, which limited their capacity in negotiations. They had nothing to bargain with decision-makers and all compromises were losses.

In a discussion facilitated by the Hämeenlinna Museum, we had the pleasure of meeting people who were involved in the campaign. Some had heard about the events on the radio which prompted them to travel to the site. Similar stories were shared in interviews conducted beforehand. One participant detailed returning from a trip across Europe, learning about the initiative and heading directly to Koijärvi, arriving in the same dirty clothes they wore on the trip (snacks they had stored in their backpack were used as an ingredient of the maakuoppa-mysli or pit-müsli, which we sought to replicate for the event).

We also heard from an individual who had conducted the bird life surveys which helped to build an evidence-based case for protection efforts. There was also a resident who had lent the chains that activists used to lock themselves to the tractors that were designated to dig trenches to drain the wetlands. A former civil servant admitted that some official drainage plans of theirs were issued in a manner that made them vulnerable to sabotage. They also confessed to environmental crimes: when they were conducting a survey with administrators, they separated from the group to make ad-hoc dams. After the discussion we received personal testimony of a local teacher who had witnessed the actions and visits by different ministers.

As with previous spring-water expeditions, my contribution to the journey began with a series of random calls to random phone numbers found online. I was able to interview a resident in Kojo who knew of at least three natural springs. Two of them were threatened or possibly damaged by logging, a third was located near their property. Their “own” spring was known as Sinaatti Spring, derived from senaatti. People had gathered there to learn who had been visiting whose attic, judging them as in a senate.

In the same call, I learned about a nearby manor Kojon kartano. While researching the area online, I came across references to a meeting between Maxim Gorky and Vladimir Lenin there in 1906. The contact provided further details and I had the opportunity to collect water from the well that Gorky and their entourage used during their stay. The taste was grainy and had a hint of iron.

Gorky was accompanied by a guard-group including artist Akseli Gallen-Kallela and sculptor Alpo Sailo. Both were armed and committed to protect the dissidents. Gorky was an opponent of the Tsarist regime, and Gallen-Kallela and their associates were Fennomans (ultranationalists). Their group had ties to anti-tsar terrorism, and they were militant in their promotion of Finnish national culture and identity. Many in the group were Swedish speaking Finns (or at the time technically Swedish speaking Russians), but they took Finnish names… Possibly “nom de guerres” (War names) and studied Karelian-Kalevala traditions. Their involvement in supporting an author who was affiliated with Lenin is worth investigating. Sailo for example took part in a Bolsheviks led robbery in Helsinki. The funds went to the Bolsheviks but it feels like Sailo was involved as a saboteur, aiming to accelerate the fall of the Tsar’s regime.

Many details on Gorky’s visit come from a poet, Bertel Gripenberg, who escorted the “conspirator” to Berlin and wrote a detailed account of the events. They do not mention Lenin… But refer to “childlike” guests. Just with a brief glimpse it looks like Sailo was associated with socialist/anarchist Karl Gustaf Konrad Nyman & bolshevik collaborator Walter Sjöberg through the robbery. The politics of the broader group of early 1900 artist-activists (as defined by Gripenberg) should be further studied because they were close to revolutionary groups. Somehow a revolutionary twirl mixed principled anarchists, ultranationalists and bolsheviks.

There is a lot to learn about this phase in Finnish terrorism and activism. It’s not discussed in reference to contemporary artist-activism at all. (I don’t know if it can be discussed in a manner which contains the ultranationalist tendencies, perhaps it needs to be forgotten).

Over the years, people have contested that Helsinki kept the statue of Alexander II in Senate Square, after a difficult fight against the Tsar’s regime (Alexander II is celebrated because they made concessions, but a tsar is a tsar). After their hardliner son took power the statue issued paternal authority, and acted as a site for mass protests. Post revolution, it served as a public reminder that the Soviet had been preceded by a very different order, which had also been imagined as eternal. For smart Finnish nationalists, this distinction helped challenge the legitimacy of the Soviet state. It must have been an irritation for Soviet leaders visiting the Presidential Palace nearby to see the imperial two-headed eagle on a stone obelisk at the market square. Yet, populists called for the statues removal.

Unfortunately Lenin statues and memorials in Finland have been destroyed after Russia attacked Ukraine. Those monuments and sites contained similar wisdoms and afforded similar lessons which we’d urgently should recall. Keeping a Tsar and their two headed eagle, in Helsinki center today feels much weirder – then remembering a revolutionary figure who helped to drain their power.

Eero’s Error: Paying the Bill without Money. Framer Mag. 2# (2011)

Note: This text and its epilogue are available as a zine named GASTROECONOMY distributed by markpezinger.de. Download the .pdf, print it and assemble it into a booklet. Link to download.

How do you behave in a place like this? I arrive an hour before my guests and get a seat at a table in the center of the restaurant. It’s a fancy place, where employees open doors to the toilets. The staff act so polite that I’m afraid to ask for service. The arrival of my guests is a relief, since they educate me on how to call for waiters in a polite but effective manner. This evening is my threat. Most of the party already know my plan, and the rest catch the drift soon. My walled is safe at home and I only have a hand-written letter containing a proposal with me. I don’t intend to pay for what we have. We start with cranberry drinks.

Rumors circulating mouth to mouth talk of others, who invited friend for dinner. After a long, moist night, the host noticed he’d “forgotten my wallet home”, and hence could not pay for the bill. This person was an artist, and after some negotiation with the owners, he whipped up a sketch pad, and drew a portrait to cover the expenses with a unique artwork. Such stories make artist proud of being artist. They prove that it’s possible to use creative power to bend the reality of economics. Depending on who tells the story the hero can be a poet, journalist, designer or a composer. As the story goes, these works form the basis of art collections you see on the walls of respectable restaurants. Historians I consulted where unanimous that such trade has taken place in the past, and locally in Helsinki the last time such stories spread was in the 70’s.

Some such stories are mentioned in artist autobiographies, and there is apparently an art dealer, who owns a work by Akseli Gallen-Kallela, which was originally used as payment for restaurant depts. I bet it’s hung on the dining room wall. When asked, establishments rumored to have been engaged in art-to-food trades in the past started by reassuring that they have receipts for all the transactions. Proved true the rumor would reveal that the collection of fine art are based on shady contracts with drunken painters. Respected restaurant remain silent to protect the privacy of those clients and themselves. I couldn’t get any restaurants to confirm any trade of this kind. All speculations would be best tested trough a re-enactment.

Ordering a meal you cannot affair to pay for is like base jumping. After talking the first bite you have to go all in, and the closer you are to the end of the journey, the more delightful everything tastes. The more precise the fantasies of how I would be dragged to the counter, the more sensitive our taste buds. All the excitement made me eat like a horse. When looking at the wine lists we covered up the prices and tried to choose wines based on their names. Judging the wines’ quality is hard without knowing the price. Menus seem to be categories by prices, with the expensive ones at the bottom of the list. With such hints and deduction skills we found something suitable to drink. During dessert I felt humbles every bite is a gift I did not deserve. The dinner was a perfect tragedy – everyone in our company knew how it would end.

I send my friends away to a bar on the next block. I called for the head waiter, and explained the idea of offering art in exchange for the dinner. I briefly recapped the local history of such arrangements. The head waiter smiled until he realized I was for real. He clenched to my letter and read it over and over. My interpretation was that he sympathized with the idea and that we were equally afraid of how the corporate owners would threat the proposal. He explained that its against company policy to invoice, especially as it’s illegal to sell alcohol on credit. He send me on my way and I tipped the guy who opens doors for good karma.

Three weeks later I reviewed an invoice for the sum of 503,40€ printed on fine paper. I framed it.